Black Poetry : I'll Drink to That

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Watch Her Flow
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Mar 22, 2004
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Where the Niger meets the Nile
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I sit here typing on a computer
That uses a metal for which
Thousands die in my dark Motherland
I know this but do not stop typing
There is nothing I can do
My right hand reaches for water
In a plastic bottle that can't be recycled
But will sit for thousands of years
In the land fills
That poison the air in Black communities
I know this but I need water
I can't drink the slow poison
That gushes out of my kitchen sink
I drink with the confidence
That when the chickens come home to roost
They will recognize me as the victim
Forced to participate in my own self destruction
I know this but still I drink
Knowing that in a revolution there are no innocents
But those who benefit from oppression
Are just as guilty as those who do the oppressing
I know this but still I keep drinking
There is nothing else I can do
Hiccup
 

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