Tears burn my eyes
Fears pierce my ears
‘cause you refuse
to see the good use
tha’ is me
sayin’ it is me
divertin’
pervertin’
hurtin’
my brothers
like others
it bites
it hurts
beyond my marrow
even 'morrow
it is my flesh
you crash
with your art of trash
stop-it!
drop-it!
Speak glorious life
Speak not injurious knife
I refused
to be confused
I am freed
I am redeemed
I am healed
Selah
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