Poetry Roots

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    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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    Sx9 commented on Poetry Roots

    12-18-2009

    hey,,nicely put togather,,love this..work of heart flown like a river on our soul..

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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