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Minikazi Hintsa Poem
What do i define that has'nt been denied,
who's voice can i proclaim as mine when
i am confined with time, time chained against
my spine. Consciously i wonder what deeds may
reveal crossed thoughts that hinder progression
in my diversed state of confusion.
I gain my stand witnessed through insantives by
natives, lines denied and iorned around my fregile mirror.
I sail my way around crossed states of hunger then i imagine
being imagined by margins
So now i am assumed defined through and around denied
confined and chained against time
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Minikazi Hintsa Poem
I hear reality knocking on the door of my
mentality, trying to invade my society, surely
it will enter my prosperity.
Civilization, exploitation of this interrogation,
Wait a minute!! i've just turned against my own
anticipation.
Worlds die they demand to be demorilized
African and ignorant
from my thoughts to my chest to my thighs
down to my bone size.
I am liberated, i am situated in a world conteminated.
I hear reality, i see conformity
i am liberation, motivation in a world situated, in a world
conteminated.
Said i scream to the ends of revolution reaching out to the
evolution through motion.
It's fake, it's late so i try to clean this dirty slate for fowl no man
i have found no being. I am no woman, i am no being but to thee
i am liberation.
Desire wants, disaster stricks
Defeated and deprived still i am
I am African and ignorant
from my thoughts to my chest to my thighs
down to my bone size.
I am liberation, i am situated in a
worls conteminated.
I am liberation, motion to motivation!!!!!
Copyright © Minikazi Hintsa | Year Posted 2009
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