HymnAgen
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CATEGORY
life
At the top
of my lungs
distress outpours
in a sound proofed box -
my words absorbed
by walls, floor and ceiling
of deaf ears.
My cries go unheard.
My pleas not received.
Testimony never taken
as fact and believed.
I am feared.
I’m mistrusted.
I am Black.
- HymnAgen
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COMMENTS
Trou8le says: Applauded |
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DallasCowgirl says: BOOM! Much appreciation for your craft, my brother. |
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ElroyKen says: Straight to the point huh bruh? Nice! |
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hymnagen says: #Salute fam! Thanks for the reads and feedback |
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Poetiq1der says: Peace and God's Blessings to you and yours....A well thought out, well written piece o Art.... |
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