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Imprisonment.

These Tears I Cry

Black Poetry.

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These tears I cry
Have felt some pain
In this cage
I’m pushed to insane
I barely stand
With thorough fear
Nail in my hands
Jesus, are you here?
I see you pray
Through a crack
I can barely breathe
I’m in the sack
I can’t hide now
Privacy gone
I’m with myself
Feeling forlorn
Are you there?
Can you hear me?
Are you there?
Fighting for me
The air brushes your face…

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AfroSapiophile is a hub for critical thinking and analysis pertaining to civil rights, human rights, systemic racism and sexism across politics, entertainment, and history.

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