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the tamed tongue 

2/6/2017

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I can hear the chains rattling
With every flick of my tongue
Every word an emblem 
Of the wars he has won
Through manipulation pillage and con
It's a high pedestal the white man sits on

​What a comfy throne he has built
Plush pillows cushion his soft hide
All but a pretty veil 
Covering the foundation of the seat
Leaking with blood and the rank of defeat

Filling our nostrils 
We can't breath
And we plead 
for air from the oppressor
in his tongue that we call our own

How infinite, the ripples of Slavery 
He has colonized, our minds with his words

But bilingual we are 
We have taught ourselves the speech of soul. 

Revolution
its not a word but an action breaking the chain beneath our tongues.
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