Tuesday Sep 07, 2004

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a thousand stories
in a thousand minutes
my voice screams and my heart
mimics
i don't know if im afraid or
if i love it here
is it america i fear
vision blurs
blood in my
crimson tears
a baton across my skull
self shaken and bruised
misinformed
misguided
misused
under god my america
is abused
governed i gasp
broken he laughs
i tried to warn you
yes i tried to warn you
a wave a rush
skin color
blue pale blush
madi:
I have enough primates (room-mates) running around the house already... lol They need to be trained as well, plus they do smell. I wont elaborate.
On another note... That poem gave my goose bumps... surreal Love it, But then I've never read anything of yours I didn't like. I hope you planning on publishing a book, If you already haven't.

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