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Refinnej Rhapsody I am the tongue of what you want to say but cant Out of a vintage 1963 juke box non equipped with auto tune or robots That breathes original like Mercury’s octave ladyodiva and Jackson’s effortless footwork’s. I radiant for all to see and walks of life escapes kisses in May and steals snap shots of swag, stage presence in a 5’0 ft. afro eclectic woman Yet I know this woman who cries inside my bleeding heart and Smiles in singing eyes that rejoices when they meet eye to eye for she has the most electric eyes I have ever seen Loss of mystified rhythms of sweet potatoes and greens She is the king of pop Loss in a time zone She is I and I become us in poetic marriage Conceiving our names off the wall Deducted of suspicious errors it comes across with purple violets with out of the box alphabets Sprayed on side burns of forbidden echoes of raped pride She taps her way to the tune of Vietnam’s parade of hope Around Bo jangles staircases that read:
“Fight for cause that they know nothing of is their promise of beauty… and yet the devils compromise of love… to their country they are loyal but their country hides betrayal”
But yet Holiday’s strange fruit sweeps underneath the rug Like an old Negro spiritual Like the death of a forgotten soldier To the beating of blind man till his dead Lys to meet his creator… language of my mind Remains loud but yet unheard I live and die by the soul/funk I am written
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Nice! [Edited 11/29/11 23:41pm] That's some good shit! | |
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