ALMOST.
I almost had her almost had one to stick by me, to lay low and run mad with me.. I almost had one to tell my issues, to listen to her issues and to share my issues.. I almost had her...
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free-doom
Mama didn't tell, she never taught me, she simply let me run and fly free.. but mama didnt tell she never taught me that to run and fly free; I must first know no peace
the injustice they do their hair..
"They cook their hair with hot iron and pull it hard So that it may grow long. Then they rope the hair on wooden pens like a billy goat brought for the sacrifice struggling to free itself. They fry their hair in boiling oil as if it were locusts and the hair sizzles. It cries aloud in sharp pain as it is pulled and stretched and the vigorous and healthy hair, Curly, springy and thick that glistens in the sunshine Is left listless and dead." "The Graceful Giraffe Cannot Become a Monkey," Song of Lawino and Song of Ocol, 1988 Okot P 'Bitek,
music...
She strums Like her snaky fingers were meant for no other than her guitar, While she sucks in the air In a way so divine then lets it all go In rhymes that marry her wailing guitar So faithfully and So truly.. so truly that her tears flow; tears that are her soul’s dew thawing away Washing, cleansing and bathing her.. Eroding away the muck that describes her life. The beats remain the only drug that her troubled world knows and understands Music…