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Created on: September 03, 2008
III.
She'd sit around sucking on her sword
Till the edge cut the roof deeper
And blood escaped the wound
Oh, woman o' scorn should know better
Than to bleed for the bed that soaked
Up her dry tears while the ground became
Wetter from the rain how she dreaded.
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Poetry: Freedom
by Tom Mcmurray
I am beggar
I am thief
I am Eve
Buried in belief
I am leader
I am breeder
I am Adam
Narcissistic feeder
I lie inside the doorway
Unable
Those Unopposed
innately nimble thumb sans thimble up
with index OK, it'll be a slow day
for Cricket or crochet
but perfect
A Yearning
Even small as a sparrow
would I be,
if I could fly above the world,
soaring free.
No more than a ripple
would I be,
if
~~ To Fly Away ~~
To fly away and feel free
Only to fly - flying only me
How it would feel -only to love
To fly - soaring like
-In response to "The Life of Olaudah Equiano" an Autobiography-
The ship of slaves
The vessel of the damned
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