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burning poem

  • November 19, 2020

a clump of molten black caging a pulsing raw heart

1 – 4 – 6 – 4

2 – 4 – 6 – 4

5 – 1 – 6 – 4

3 – 2 – 1 -4

beats the tempo

the sheen of the heart is like dripping sweat

Unfurling red streaks of paper agglutinated underneath 

Sticky, staining, remembering the toil 

and the pain 

a silent frequency 

r   ing s

vi-brating out of your mIND

try to break

the misery

its weight drags you down 

Try not to drown .

To be free 

, requires 

Embracing

your misery 

Memories resurface in your weakest moments, late at night

pondering what should have been done, 

could have done

Time is needed 

to completely wash yourself clean 

but

Remember : racism never leaves

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