Blistering Eyes and Ears of Racism

Unfortunate dividing sounds.

Stood there and listened.
Thoughts enraged and hurt.
Bigot’s words from the voice of oppression.
Would my reprimand be heard?

Teeth gnashing.
Eyes ablaze.
Furrowed brows.



Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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