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Inspired by the birds and freedom / these are my words of wisdom; / call them a life of words born and bred in prison / slowly progressing to a page, with a pen I free them, / powerful words that should be said every season, / pay attention, listen: / / let me feed your soul, / with your sponge of a brain sign in to read more »
When I walk the streets named after the greats / a trail of thoughts I form that leads to dates / of past injustices. At length I sigh, / knowing well that a teardrop is nigh. / / As the streets curve, I break the thought pattern / and view what their valiant efforts have brought, / gone are the soldiers sign in to read more »