Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk

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An Untitled Experiment - Poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk

Some days I feel, I feel somethin’s missin’. Der’s a hole in ma life, somethin’ left undone.
Brotha, Brotha, where be choo?
Brotha, Brotha, where hav’ ya gone?
I rememba choo, yea I rememba.
I know yer out der, but yer not here, und dat’s wha’s missin’.
Sista, Sista, I rememba choo too, and yer not here either.
Sista, Sista, where be choo?
Sista, Sista, where hav’ ya gone?
Yer out der, but yer not here, und dat’s wha’s been left undun.
Dis wrong must be made right, this broked rope must be mended.
Whatta ya say Brotha?
Sista, Sista where be choo?
Sista, Sista where hav’ ya gone?
Brotha, Brotha, where be choo?
Brotha, Brotha, where hav’ ya gone?
Sista, Sista, where be choo?
Sista, Sista, where hav’ ya gone?
Brotha, Brotha, I'm here, missin' choo!
Sista, Sista, I'm here, right here...
An' I'm missin' choo too, jus' missin' choo so much!
Let’s come together, naw, let’s come together like the family we are.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 25, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, October 25, 2010


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