Black Poet X


Who's Knocking?

What is that I Hear?
My eyes can't make things Clear..
Things? Thinking of Things
To this hard case of sensitivity my body Clings

That noise, once again its knocking
I can hear, but not see, in the way a wall Blocking
Laughter, sadness, emptiness, Incarceration
Some form of proclamation, words of Dictation

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