One On One
One On One…
A peculiar similarity between
you and me;
I born a slave being;
you , seemingly free.
My father toiled in bondage;
yours to serve and protect the same;
mine lived and died in disguised rage;
yours lived and died in unfretted—denied shame.
Strange fruits of the same human tree
are you and me. We
searching the blood soaked rooted key
the door to set us free.
Reciprocity can be a raging *****.
I refuse to be a wretched witch.
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