Black Poetry : ReLeasing Me!

coey30

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With feet firmly planted on the ground
I find myself in a circle of squares, I’m round
My words makes the loudest sound
Setting me free from being bound
It’s the compound words
That are broken down
Using adjectives, verbs and nouns
And my haters love to see me frown
They pray for my downfall
Pray that I drown
My head is held high
I tip my crown
This is not my first go round
I match those who try to hold me back
Pound for Pound
I can smell them near
With the nose of a Blood Hound
Although I’m grounded
I stand on top of a mound
Relaxed after being tightly wound
In plain sight
I can be found
Im that N***A
Who’s skin is brown
I’m going no where
I’ll be around………….
Focused and setting free
That which is trapped in me
Setting free
What I’m meant to be….
Setting free…
Me!
 

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