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BROWNED-CENTS One of the true ways to remain in captivity is to keep silent to avoid your captor’s hostility and confusion A penny for my thoughts has provided me with the ammunition To fight for what I believe in, though anything I say can and will be held against me I choose to make freedom of speech my solution I was once told my opinion isn’t worth One Red Cent is why I choose to Put Two In Browned-Sense Less we all start standing together we will continue to stand on fake pedestals waiting to loosely dangle from transparent barb wired nooses perpetuated to slowly drain our blackened melaninated Neck-tars The electrical current drained from our nodes as black chains keep us from binding grounding us separately to current-seas keeping us blindly taking a part in the regression of our own race while watching the progression of another from virtual black bars We are a new age of vanguard yet still the last of a quickly dying breed of signal switches tuned in to emit static on frequent-seas vibrating universal tones of data as broken receivers A network of broken satellites disconnected and separated by false beliefs the mystery of our history and the constant backbitten cackling static of the dream killers and non-believers Browned-Cents We are misled misleaders who have grown to fall for everything yet only stand for ourselves Browned-Cents We are the least expensive as items on the worldwide market with the most expensive dreams easily bought yet we and everything we’ve once owned almost impossible to be reclaimed because of the lack of value we have for our fellow man so we decrease the longevity of our lives on worldwide shelves Browned-Cents Are we the only included, exclusion, captivated by an enemy intrusion, that uses their captors, social, economic and political pollution as a means to overcome the fear of our negativity ignorance and confusion, doing the enemies work for them by loudly promoting putting each other down and killing each other as a solution to captivity and applauding our House slave efforts as well doing? Only the mislead would keep perusing this ill-gotten plague of self-genocide that leads to the doors of the broken scales of justice and unavailing her prostitution With the faces of paper presidents who weigh more than those with Browned-Sense leaving the words of truth to be pounded into worthless coins and gathered together to make political bills that lead to our persecution, imprisonment, and execution Where is the proof of this confusion? The fact that we even have to say Black Lives Matter is the chocolate pudding this proofs in I was once told my opinion isn’t worth one red cent is why I choose to put two in Browned-cents

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 12/21/2016 1:20:00 PM
AC, you bring your message powerfully. This, this.... this is wonderful... I sometimes write for poetry festivals, translate for poetry festivals, but that is still less expressive than what you perform here. It's great.
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