As the rain drops, she cries
She sits close to the window crying
She sit alone wishing for someone
To hold her and kiss her
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I am a young black man
Confused and trapped in a whiteman's world
Day and night I shed lonely tears
Contemplating my life through the years
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From the burning of my heart I cry
Sometimes I would just cry
Because once again you have hurt me
I used to be on my own; lonely
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I am not yet a poet
I have lied to my heart
Now I can no longer write
Tonight I lay awake
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Do you have something I can write about
I can no longer think of things to write about
Maybe I can write about oranges
Who would read about oranges
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How can one be betrayed by death
Be cheated out of living
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Wait
Please dont flip the page
I have got something to ask you
This is really important
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For my little sister Angela
Never saw the grave where
Angela laid; still wonder why
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No where to hide my heart
On my neck it hangs low
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