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Po'Black
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Blackness As black as they can be
they sit and stare at me
Are they jealous?
Jealous of us
because we have a home to go to
and they must scrap for food
maybe its because we live so bold
and they must live in the cold
they are always stealing
from the fields
and they always hangout in the
cities we build
As black as they can be
I wonder if the crow wishes he was me
The imagery is tight on this one.
The poem works on several layers.
Keep the faith.
This is deep... I felt myself reading between the lines and understanding so clearly the message you are sending... Much Luv and Respect for your talent Cuz!