Backs bowed
lashed
tracing trails of sorrows,
a thousand unfulfilled tomorrows
crying out from the dust
tracked through generations,
a collage of survival,
and taboo atrocities
and still,
the blood bleeds
as all blood must,
from yellow
to mahogany and rust.
Brothers met with the
familiar gaze of blight,
persisting in the absence
of that which,
no band need transcribe,
that which
no soul ought deny,
and yet,
the wound that bears you,
young and chocolate brown
must offer admonitions
worthy of a cotton field.
lashed
tracing trails of sorrows,
a thousand unfulfilled tomorrows
crying out from the dust
tracked through generations,
a collage of survival,
and taboo atrocities
and still,
the blood bleeds
as all blood must,
from yellow
to mahogany and rust.
Brothers met with the
familiar gaze of blight,
persisting in the absence
of that which,
no band need transcribe,
that which
no soul ought deny,
and yet,
the wound that bears you,
young and chocolate brown
must offer admonitions
worthy of a cotton field.
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