(THE AWFUL REALITY OF BEING BORN)
THE PRESSURE AS IT IS DROPPED SYCHRONIZED AND SYNCHOPATED...
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Pon I birth the world tilted a bit in I direction.
My weight immeasurable.
I born without fear and set down pon the red clay of Georgia.
Heart of blackness in a whitewashed society.
A black speck on the horizon.
I the darkness that elicits the brightest light.
The storm of smoke and fire at the limits of sight where the earth dropping 360 spins in the darkness of I space.
Lit by a billion suns.
I standing at the interdimensional door where I and I...
I and I reach in and bring sight back to the whitewashed masses as they...
They cringe from the blazing truth it burning their very soul...
I the bass shake their very cores and rattle their very nerves.
The end result of devastatingly glaring insight.
A mirror reflecting the once of who they were...
The now of who they have become.
Former slaves with no true identity as they, they live in the throes of denial... The dungeons of dispair.
They the low on the ladder society as they trying to assimilate are consumed by materialism.
Gotta have these.
I and I see and I and I speak.
A lion roaring against the horrendous din of a billion t.v's and Cumulus radio.
The commercialism and the allmighty want.
Pon I death the world shall tilt a little bit as my corporeal body is lowered.
My weight...
My weight.
It is preponderous.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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