My skin is in error.
Now I am clothed in revile and terror.
Flesh stitched to my hands to reach divinity above.
However, my hands too rough for a softer love.
Mortality left unsatisfied
And my life and death are denied.
Many voices unheard, many words unsaid
Far into the night within my last bed.
I sleep to dream to God's surprise
Mimicking the bird, seeing worlds beyond its eyes
Freedom grins inside invisible cages
The black is smeared on wet riddled pages.
Yet.. my song remains
I awake and proclaim:
Fly far from here to a good land rediscovered
Inevitably inseparable, we the colored.
Through the winds of every direction, we shall unify.
A world where black bodies never cry.
Indeed will shall sing
For the milk and honey our ancestors bringed.
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