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Black Life (a version)

malt infused young brother, jam on it like we used to can you remember max julien and pimp prints stretched across polyester shoulders looking immense from my location on the ground floor of the uprising photographs had sepia tones even back then damn grandma was you ever young like me? black like me? or just that washed out grey with the white house in the distance forever looming like a living reminder of nightmares that don't always wait for rest just waiting for the rest of us

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Date: 5/21/2009 9:54:00 PM
WOAH.! I love your poetry. Its mentally powerful -Reality
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Date: 4/18/2009 8:21:00 PM
A power piece indeed Brian, excellent writing filled with oodles of anger!
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