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Browned-Cents
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
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