Is It Poetry
Why As A Negro I Stand - Poem by Is It Poetry
Hands and feet unbound.
Forgotten the ones that come after.
I have heard of them speaking to.
A way of songs,
that they don't sing of.
Songs, remembered of Solomon.
Eyebrows raised the eyeshadow,
When you have to have nothing,
nothing else matters.
Master of the word.
And praise for the answer to.
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