For All That's Right Poem by Amadu Amaru

For All That's Right



At first I had a dream,
Then after I had a scream,
And all I saw was a stolen
treasure.
So I pictured a swollen
pleasure and it gave me
pressure.
Now when I try to squeal,
This is what they did to me;
A man whipped me from my
back deathly, quick to clout
my belly, in my mind I'm thinkin'
will I survive or is God watchin'?

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