counting syllables
october, 1998
| as if they were gold he counted his syllables and sent them to fly |
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| sometimes late at night i search the web for answers and no one responds |
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| often in my life all my weight and dignity dangled on a threadin this position it's easy to say you're lynched unless the rope's yours i listen instead to the breathing of brothers infusing my words |
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| they called me nigger god help me, i couldn't fight i just bowed my head |
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| i was once called john my pride came from the system no one knew my home |