Trip and Fall in My Poetry Slams
- June 15, 2017, 5:59 a.m.
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- Public
Black over white
Pains not bright
Enough to carry
A hung jury
No ones innocent
Who bothers repent
When the crimes confined
And nary a sad bemoan
Comes from that place
Born in the green space
Colliding kaleidoscopes
Cacophonous crackling symphonies
Beat upon my minds eye
Elicits a deep sigh
The sort of release
Where even you feel peace
In your seat across the room.
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