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The best role played on screen aint on screen
And life aint as pretty as it seems a beautiful dream of a ghetto where the grass aint that green
But the life of a few young me with a pistol that they want to bang
And they still think a black man hangs.. in the balance no it hangs in what if's and what of's
What if he picked up that book instead of that gun that teach bullets to fly an...
Sunday 20th November 2016 3:22 am
Atonement
And now I must recover myself
Left, after centuries of fearful neglect
Washed up to dry on a sunless beach.
And now I must plait my hair
Dull, after nights of washing in grease
The guilty searches for lost affection.
And now I must return home,
Home, where I’ve never been
And sit a while and say sorry, I’m sorry, to me.
Wednesday 16th March 2016 3:27 pm
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