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People Heal Thy Self

We want to heal- scab stealers wont allows us too sneaking up on us- giving us new busy work side trackers – killing us the only hope we had left invested in our progeny. progenitors Our children become our ancestors Arrested - Denied freedom. assaulted, Degrading us our offspring. They make examples out of noble men. Leaders not knowing what day will be their personal doomsday while They recite a healing prayer on balconies Thinking “is this my end”. "As they risk healing folks in large crowds with un-trusted friends watching their backs Let me get these words in As We begin to heal from the power of love. These "scab thieves’ who snatch scabs off the old wounds. Create and open new wounds, As they dare us to heal. We fall to the ground. as the targets keep Dropping they Kill the mighty to Control the weak. We are angry -No time to heal - Angry People Bopping ignorant Pop ups- Bobble heads, popping up like bobble heads at a carnival. We needed the big black men- who soon after that Perplexed us Who were they that stood on Hunter street? In front of Paschal Brothers Over near "Don Clendenin’s" surrendering Waving White hankies at tricks and enemies We are bleeding now... The scab makers are winning where and from wince – Do they come from? or go to? Wall Street or colleges- White collar preppies- promoting separate causes. We still chant Free Mandela “we loved him too They all were gone to the grave or to prison. Many wounds open blood everywhere. Perplexed. Things fall apart again in...2013 2013 is here. We are still with open wounds Remember now wonder can we heal if they? keep re-opening our wounds. My tolerance is no more for nincompoops and Poot—butts, chastising Empresses and Kings. Knowing nothing.... While pulling off scabs Who am I, if I lose focus? There will be no us- So, I relent, Leaving them where they are - or at least where I found them! I really feel that until I die I have a connection to someone’s future I have wounds to heal. I must remember- “I cannot get angry for you”, Lest I get stuck fighting your battle. “I will get angry with you” I will fight aside of you.

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Date: 7/7/2023 5:20:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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