Why As A Negro I Stand Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Why As A Negro I Stand



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.
Nubian minister's.
Eyebrows raised the eyeshadow,
is there.
When you have to have nothing,
nothing else matters.
Master of the word.
And praise for the answer to.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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