StillA Poem by Prince of PoetryIn the midst of the strike I write I sit here empty hollow as a rock placid as a storm Fighting against the clock Standing up to the norm I looked in the mirror perplexed at what I seen looking for a shoulder, I decide to lean. weighed down by the shackles on their feet depressed we had to fight for a woman just to keep her seat after a long day of work ending up in jail dayum what a treat Then there happened to be a man with dream A dream we as society may never come to meet
Our past is behind me lurking to bind me searching to find me ready to entwine me
Left only to wonder What do you see When you look at me do you see a man of color or do you see me as a man bein the best man he has to be Do you see a man that carries the weight of his predecessors on his back or the tears shed from the pain of his ancestors... I want to know or do you see me as man stuck, with nowhere to go
Swimming with the birds My eyelids meet I sit here with no words dead like a heart with no beat
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