

Oh This FeelingThey like to say: where have all the good black men gone?Oh This Feeling
I say: why must I be alone? To be a cold obscure figure in a corner I am not a woman but a child's marionette
I am black and comely oh ye daughters of Jerusalem
My brothers and sisters branded me with their words
My people placed me upon a wooden pedestal
Only to find it infested with termites
Falling from Paradise My glory in splinters
My thoughts scrambled
My life ...
Oh the feeling of loneliness


Wake up`Wake up
Sunshine and cigarette smoke a carcinogenic start to a morning of cancerous living—
sanity checked under cover of dreams left lying warm in bed.
Inhale: breathe in humanities smog choke it down, swallow it whole and walk it off— who are you but me in disguise and why do you have my shoes on?
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