March 6, 2008 -
Issue 267 |
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Uneven Poetic Black Fusion By Poet Blackman Preach BC Spoken Word Columnist (includes MP3 audio) |
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UnevenI lost my footing stumbling— I went through the floor like a man who losses all— no family no money no friends to lean on he will be a lost complexion depression elevating. I can’t understand what the elders are trying to get across to me because as distant my mind is my eyes were listening but my ears could not see what they were saying. I looked to the stars for balance but there was no comfort because they—too—were uneven.
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Click here to listen to Blackman Preach read this poem. |
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