Black Poetry : purple state of mind

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  1. eugene yeboah

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    It was once cool to light crosses,
    bring shotguns and mobs,
    as rotting strange fruit,
    dangled in the backyard
    And know its not cool to read books or know law,
    How deep is our hole,
    how low can we fall.
    We neglect our youth
    keep them veiled before truth,
    made lives with no substance,
    thoughts and speech so uncouth.
    We got tatted buffoons,
    our modern day coons
    you rock countless chains,
    they still look like a noose.
    Boost sales of caskets,
    ER lights flashing,
    overcrowd prisons
    bubbling like molasses.
    We got arms but don't see,
    how high we can reach,
    forced pray to the streets
    cuz God is the heat
    hiding like thieves in the night from life
    illusions of oasis making us look twice
    living in strife
    indulge greed, sin and vice
    but y'all can't hear me,
    over the sound of them dice.
    So I reach in this bag of trees,
    sparkling with orange hair
    as I come to accept the fact that life will never be fair
    this is how I escape from madness
    I feel we just going in circles,
    but,
    at least my mind states purple.
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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