Black Poetry : THE ~~POISON~~SHIP


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Mar 19, 2001
Chicago IL
when the ship sail the sea
of hell and slavery

i lay flat on the floor
in hope when the whip
slash my back chain'up
my blood clot
my skin turn black

back in an insane world
no guts nor feelins'
no reason
day and night work
all 4 season

the ashes that sleep
on buoyant ship make
me weep
some call it the plague
of black death
some call it no justice
last breath taken in wisdom
now understand
in knowledge
our love ones died in 1800's
for our live today
is it a disease
is it fate
no cure
yet not to late
des poison ship of death


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