Freedom's Child
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My HandsA Poem by Freedom's ChildUgly are the knuckles from your so called freedomStained in blood from living my lifeScarred from mistakes, surfboards, and your hypocrisy Bent and br.. |
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Break AwayA Poem by Freedom's ChildNo where to go from here but downSo I guess it's time to take a bowThe freedom of the night is calling our nameIt is time to run naked in the streetsC.. |
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Our trialA Poem by Freedom's ChildSitting above allSkin the color of Sant'a's beardA robe the color of a lump of coalHere yeHere yeSILENCE YOU FOOLS!In court todayDefendant EarthPlaint.. |
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Daddy's little boyA Poem by Freedom's ChildThe dead kid's train is the stationChildren are piled from end to endAlong the way some smacked the tracksBloody rusted tracks their bodies layThey pa.. |
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Stain Glass HeartA Poem by Freedom's ChildThis stain glass window surrounds my stain glass heartMany years have laid forth their many colorsPlentiful shades of many secrets still coveredBackgr.. |
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Die with meA Poem by Freedom's ChildIt is actually a song I started to write but I like it better as a poem. |
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The third dayA Poem by Freedom's ChildFor 3 days Was I fed from the breast? For 3 days Where was I? For 3 days Did my future have plans? For 3 days Was I loved? On the 3rd da.. |
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SailingA Poem by Freedom's ChildSlow boat movingOn the breeze covered oceanDreams pushing forcefully on the sails backLetting the bow slice all slaverySails unfurled we break free fr.. |
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The art of DeathA Poem by Freedom's ChildThe most mystifying of all the artsIt is the picture we all must drawThe words we all must sayThe final song of our concertMost of all the bow at the .. |
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Where we goA Poem by Freedom's ChildLet's leave nowThis desert dustMe grasping for airThere's a blizzardTo be startedLet our winds swirlAnd our sand spikeOur foes to the bottom belowTher.. |
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