Slave of Poetry
phrases whipped
feelings Pen"man"Shipped
from Continental African Minds,
to AmeriCaribbean Paper Colonies
i am a Slave of Poetry
toiling under hot shining scrutiny
in boundless green feelings
i am a Slave of Poetry
shackled in the dark
dark corners of my mind
malnourished of inspiration
i am a Slave of Poetry
escape this
critics hounding my heels
"massa" hunting me down
how many more till
i can write my freedom
become a Poet
no longer a Slave of Poetry
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