Reblogged from DEPRESSION: my muse:
this may enhance your reading pleasure:
Our grandmothers screams can still be
heard through trees and swamps and back roads,
screams that signify a fire has started.
I can still feel white hands around Black
throats, still hear white breath in Black ears,
whispering devil thoughts in demonic tongues,
useless crying in half way nights fall on
nonexistent ears.
Barbed wire rapist with razor blade fingers,


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