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The turn. The weather. The car. What went wrong? He didn’t know. No one did. An exhilarating rush
My mentor came to take my hand And with a voice so kind, Said, “Come along and we shall see What angels we can find.”
The shackles of the past still ring in the minds of a brother. Poetry allows the emotions of a brother to be proclaimed. The MASTERS of the world the brother lives in, know how to silence the brother.
Often times I wonder, Why we act, react, act, and repeat. I grew up in a house that says no to discrimination, I grew up in a society that says yes. I grew up in a church that says to love everyone,
Here we stand. We're stuck in sand. Don't know where to land. Can I get a hand?