Josephine DixonBanks Poems

I Am the incomparable female
My mistakes never fail
With existence I do entail
The unwritten consciousness
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Because I closed my eyes to reality my whole world became a phantasy
I spent my life in an artificial situation
I gave my sincere love to a false-hearted man
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I was never child
My maternal granny called me an old, old soul
I seen time come and go
I gave birth to giving birth
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The now-a-day slave or labor force
The ruling-class determines the course
The political master’s pastor contorts
Politics and policy aborts
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Vested endurance, confidence sublime
I Am my forerunner of being divine
Inheriting self-realization purchased by time
Born of my being, the ancient mime
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The community has no immunity from the systematic demise
Of inner city enterprise

This demise creates economic development for administrations
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We think and cogitate like our trainers
They keep our spirits in institutionalized containers
Mentality cloning must constantly work us
Like trained animals in a circus
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I pledge allegiance to mass mentality
The dark ages masquerading as individuality
A clone is the throne of your mind
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The only reason you’re allowed some power
The hidden agenda knows you will shower
Your own people at some hour
With hatred and disrespect while you cower
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Desiring to posses and not to be a possession
What is this fervor, what is this obsession
I’m not an object of your affection
A mere image of your reflection
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