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The sand on the bottom of my feet didn’t come from here, but the rope burns around my neck did.
The hatred in my heart for myself and for you was born here, it grew up right here.
This is not my hatred, it’s yours and I’m ready to set it free and send it home like chickens coming to roost.
I was not given an option, but I’ll give you one.
I will make my being sink as low as yours and make hell a playground.
My rage alone can fuel a movement.
Your blood will sizzle like my flesh sizzled when it was strange fruit.
I will probe the depths of my mind to make your debt payment ring throughout this place.
Yes, my hatred is full grown and is coming back. Not a book or a line has been written that can or will explain my actions.
The Earth cannot, will not contain the motions of the oppressed, the hurt, the lost, the damaged.
You stand there and be real still so those chickens have a place to roost when they come home, because those chickens are coming home.
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Thank you Sista, you are a queen.
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Thank you so much again Sista.
That was very beautiful! And I love the music along with it.
Thank you sir again for spending some time here and reading my piece. You can hangout anytime.
Thanks,I appreciate that.
Amen! Excellent summation!
Thank you for stopping by and spending some of your time with me. And know that them chickens will be home.
Excellent piece…very well done.
Thank you very much.
what a rage never to be seen again when the gates fail to hold it back any longer. They know it’s coming and is long over due.
A rage is right and me thinks it’s starting to show itself right now.