the last time i was home
to see my mother we kissed
exchanged pleasantries
...
in my younger years
before i learned
black people aren't
...
Clouds float by on a summer sky
I hop scotch over to you
...
so he said: you ain't got no talent
if you didn't have a face
you wouldn't be nobody
...
While it is true
(though only in a factual sense)
That in the wake of a
...
Childhood rememberances are
always a drag if you're Black
...
I was born in the congo
I walked to the fertile crescent and built
the sphinx
...
and always there are the children
there will be children in the heat of day
there will be children in the cold of winter
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