 8/23/18
I am wounded and strong I am Black and erased I am bailiff and inmate I am vulnerable and guarded I am liberator and victim I do not own my sovereignty It cannot be bought or sold I do not own the ground I stand on It is not for sale I am captain to my feet Navigating the ship of me The mast that is my mind I direct its sails To choreograph The voyage of me Wind is fuel When my ship Meets the sea Yes Not the owner I am the captain of me
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AuthorI am a poet, for better or for worse. It is a way in my being that, ironically has no words. It is a way in my being that finds me when I, and helps me to, forget. I am a poet, for better or for worse. Archives
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