September 28th:
There's a white seed
Planted in this tall black weed
I've been sown up for so long
A black man born and a white man wronged
Is it true that I'm supposed to grow?
I feed my eyes with what the white plants sow.
It's who I am beneath these layers of bark
A clear white rose with a pure white heart
This thought the black man
Before he killed himself.
September 29th
Meanie for the way I walk, walk is what the druids do, do is what my mom said don't, don't is what I spit in my shoe. Shoe walks inside of my laugh, laugh is gone thanks to the draft, draft is something come to pass, pass is all I say to tasks. Tasks is found when people die, die is how my mind shall lie, lie is how many things to buy, buy is how the priest found pie. Pie is something for us to shed, shed is light that found us dead, dead is our condition under lead, lead is how our leaders lead, fear is how our teachers teach.
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