the nature of the colored man By Amber Lipford They like to relive history Never taking out the mystery Of what the future COULD hold Deeply dug into their own misery Saying it’s a conspiracy Because of what? Their ignorance of bliss The targets they missed The pain they kissed “No, this is just a list of some shit you made up, some thoughts you dreamed up.” It is so depressing to see a race Get so close to the sun, So close to where they can feel the heat Inch up their skin Only for them to look how far they’ve come Only for them to see how far from home They really where And fall back down “there” There, where the depression lies There, where fears arise There, where love and hope die There, where the babies won’t stop crying There, where the child ALWAYS stops trying The comfort zone they call home A place where they are never alone Someone is always willing to fail Someone is always willing to tell Someone is always willing to bail Someone is always willing to yell “free my friend from that cell” How about you free yourself
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