Black Poet
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IP:
Simplistic words adjacent to others with profound meaning
Feeling to express in tongue,.. Impossible minds still racing
Muted by my captures, circulation cut, legs tightly fastened
Blinded by them, by gunpoint I was taken felling frightened
The atmosphere is damp, like I’m trapped in a tiny dry sauna
Airs really musky, smells of urine, this is slow mental torture
Voices getting stronger, dialect in verses I can’t comprehend
I don’t want to be interrogate or torture unconscious I pretend
Footsteps enter my hell, I hear the safety click out of position
I need to reaction now,,. or will this be my last final decision
I need to unleash my rage to brake out of the hell I’m hidden
The primal instinct explode as I brake out, my actions forbidden
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