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In the back ground plays hypnotic reams
As I float through a dreamy state
On top of the moon roof of my mind sprinkles pelts of hate
That wish to get through but I've already left my (over)head
During my ride to no where that I travel fast along my roads
Twisting with the turns of my failures
Later repaved by my triumphs
I am revisited by times that speeded by
Leaving me to wonder has time went by fast or have a just be sleep as I survive
"Have I lost my mind" or do I just need to control my thinking
When I crack down on what spilts my thoughts
Trading in focus for blank stares
I picture an endless fall at the end of my path
That I can never avoid
So I fall and there is usually
Nothing more.....
Jalili B. Jimiyu
Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009
"We may be investigated, incarcerated or murdered for the things we dare to write...
But we are young and Black, fearless and free...Every poem, every incandescent word is a personal revolution"Celeste "ayasha" Golden (my queen rest well and I'll see you when I get there.)![]()
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And you say your pen isn't still blazing. Nice one, bruh!![]()
"Oh Africa! When shall be the term of thy long degradation? Behold here, even now, I pledge thee, O my Mother, that I shall devote my years to thee, shall work for thy redemption, shall love thee and be proud of thee and glory in thy power now lying dormant and shall strive to bring it to the light. Take my youth, my labors, my love, my all and do thou when I shall have died for thee, take me to thy bosom, an untamed, untamable African." -Hubert Harrison
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