| Chained Poet By: Maketa Robinson (Black Minerva) Unlock these shackles from my tortured soul How can I learn & grow if I’m constantly doing what I’m told Unlock me Unlock me Unlock me I will not stand here and let you yank on the invisible chain I will fight you until you bury me in an unknown grave in the rain Free me Free me Free me Laughter floats all around as I get beat with the devils walking stick While I’m down I hear society's cocking the gun with a flick Die nigger Die nigger Die nigger My whole existence is pure hell on earth I need to take my time and work on my spiritual birth Queen Sheba Queen Sheba Queen Sheba Darkness swirls behind my third eye, showing me what my future could be Until I break the ball and chain, I’ll never be free. Copyright 2002 |
| "POETIC JUSTICE" |
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| AMAG/Awareness Magazine For The Conscious Professional |