notion xii.
let me remember,
let me return
to original
being.
rasta man,
the state’s on our back,
shackles and chains,
insecure identities,
positions of power,
and state sponsored slavery.
we needs to get free
through the magic of dreaming
or the coincidence
of our
being.
08.19.2005.
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I like this poem. The direct confrontation of our social conditioning along with words of empowerment. Nice work. Thank you for sharing this with us.
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This was a really great poem 🙂 I’ve read a few and it’s clear that you’re really talented. I look forward tp reading more of them! Keep well.
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