Poetry Corner: Independence Day
I want my lessons to be staggering like the 2008 recession.
Words are freeing like stars spitting bars that sound obscured.
A training session of oppression that scupted this obsession.
439 years of captivity how could you not see this was a blessing?
Dumb question asked when white history control is secured.
Sorry if I say turn the other cheek is not with this one you see.
With my people I do not play fueling this vengeance of my independence.
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