The Rebirth of Fashion

When fashion takes a break it sits down and takes a picture.

Saturday, July 03, 2004

I Don’t Own

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

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