The Trap.

i want to speak one day

from a place that is not colored in the fear

of generations of boulders sitting

on shoulders

and not have to hustle with words

what should be given- according to the laws of what is natural.

as the sun rounds

and i moon

holding a limp sex, i wish to kiss deeper.

so that we are one day felt past

the ruins of Southeast, South Central, East Oakland, the Carolinas and Shanty towns

and free of this substance of misery-

the trappings of Babylon.

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