Untitled "Juneteenth"

Sometimes the wounds of injustice are self inflicted.

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You chase me then. You chase me now.

I'm out of breath and scared. Kill me living but my dream was spared.

Lynch me then and lynch me now. Enslaved by poverty. Barry Farm of then, now.

Plantation workers with welted back sides sing gospel hymns hummed because the days hurt. Work hard on my feet just to lay down in the dirt.

 

 Chase me then and chase me now. I'm out of breath and scared. Kill me living but my dream was spared.

 

 Lynch me then and lynch me now. Enslaved by poverty but couldn't kill the heart of me. I look at us now and think suicidallly.

I ran, I hung, I sung the hymns just for you to lynch each other for money and rims, new snap backs and brims.

No learning from your past just sted fast on trim. Jesus erased because we don't sing hymns to him. I can blame crow of Jim but you can only blame yourself Slim.

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