Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Poetry Friday
What happens when you’re black like dirt?
Does it make you guilty
like the one that pulled the trigger?
Or innocent like a new born baby
And just learning how to talk?
Does it sink like a rock?
Or float and hang
like the lingering feeling of defeat.
Maybe it just drags
like the days in jail.
Or do erupt?
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