Wounds deep no roots
No freedom no truth
Residing fallacy falsehood no truth
Mind treated like a booth no phone
An orange picked no juice again alone
With home I'm still winning to lose
My consciousness visibly still roams
Beyond my zone my flight wingless
twilight inner-space cloned
Afro-American genetically stolen
Follicles poisoned and tampered with
Too thick to comb
Confused and misinterpreted
The same close minds of those
I Don't Own
No comments:
Post a Comment