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Each of her arms held a bundle of joy.
One a little girl, the other a big boy.
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I've heard your sorry for the thousandth time.
Can't even sleep for it stomping in my mind.
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Sunday's slap becomes the Monday punch
that tells Tuesday to kick its way into
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about the thread count in the Egyptian cotton sheets,
compared their softness to the "wallow all over the bed"
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I learned the art of "I see you, don't look at me" at an early age.
It has become second nature to appease my conscience.
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I sit in my garden surrounded by the heady scents and vivid colors of flowers.
Most have been grown from seeds harvested from last year.
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I know I raised you right, taught you respect.
Apparently you forgot so I must put you in check.
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So you think y'all masters of them ivory bones?
Y'all won a few games, now you throwing stones.
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you've woven such a tangled web of lies
each more elaborate than the first.
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Your fingertips chastely touched my waist
guiding me through the crowded Quarters.
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Weeee, weeee, weeee!!
Can't wait to tell cuzin Suzie.
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Why, why didn't I listen to Mother?
Ignoring her, I lost sight of common sense.
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Many bore witness to strange fruit hanging from trees.
A sight that knocked thousands in this nation to bended knees.
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Grown from stupidity's seed
racism is a parasitic disease.
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She hadn't eaten for days, her kid's bellies rumbled too.
She'd swallowed bitter pride, doing what she must do.
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Gypsy Via Orleans,
the name is not as explanatory as it seem.
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Back pressed against his beat up car,
he picks for tips on a hand me down guitar.
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I claim the right to live with my melancholy.
I feel no guilt for my refusal of the drugs you insist I take.
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If you gave me a sunflower,
on it I would shower
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I may just have to commit my husband.
The man has completely lost his mind.
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5a.m.
She its on a bench alone at the bus stop.
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1. How were you born if not of your mother.
My daddy had a sex change so, he's my mother.
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She loved me unconditionally.
With her strength, Mama molded me.
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from the window opened wide
beckoning all inside,
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Yesterday, Micheal Jackson died.
Today, he's evermore alive.
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He bought his first pair after leaving home.
From there his buying went on.
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He calls you luscious.
She calls you lowdown.
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I live in a realm of unhappiness.
A cold and desolate place.
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No bigger than a dirt speck,
they fly up your nose, into your mouth
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I want to sit in Mama's kitchen,
be a little girl watching her make corI wnbread.
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The bandits are coming, the bandits are coming!
I thought I'd been bamboozeled when I read
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