Poetry Roots
They took
baby but
he don't
talk
he don't
write
i hear him
cry
i hear him
hurt
they make him
work and
he make
town
don't make him
free
they call him
nigger
that ain't
his name
been a long time
down here
massa gon be
mad
we run
i be
free
i read
i write
saying
verbs
nouns
pronouns
sentences
paragraphs
to display
not relay
hearsay
no longer use
primitive
actics to
summerize
sinsitivity
words that
tell stories
without
meanings
are
just
that
words
strung
togather
uniformal
alphabets
arranged
from
a
b
c
to
you
then
me
poetry
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