Jay townsend Johnson Henry the witch of Martha brae
she had beckoned my soul
her envy surrounded me
as i sat writing poetry and song
it was my identity she was after
her name was jay mine was yolanda
i recited poems for montel williams
on poetry .com my poems became quilts
maps of my freedom my life back home
springfield illinois she was from Tampa
i chicago poetry was my life she entered
my window to her surprise st john paul 11
i was kneeling jane enraged joining corruption
switching documents developing a false doctrine
beneath the high ways and by ways
i glance in the mirror reflecting her face
she was becoming me while i was vanishing
quickly i dash to washington dc civil rights
memorial freedom of self expression
dignity truth courage home
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