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Black Child
Dwayne M.
Red Onion State Prison
I was born unto a world of slavery,
I have learned to plow fields for my master,
I even became a stud for his market...
I believe in the cruel reality of life,
I was given no justice for my color,
I was burdened with the fear of freedom...
Now, I steal to survive in this world,
to feed my hungry mind for knowledge,
to satisfy my lust for wisdom...
I owuld kill to protect my "Mother,"
I will shame myself to be equal,
And I will laugh to define my dreams...
True I am a slave to this world,
but my mind is free to the melody,
I dance within my heart to this beat...
Whatever life has planned for me,
I will make sure I caress it slowly,
I will treat it as a child...
Being a black child is a lot of pain,
but I learned the game of war just the same,
and now I am a Warrior,
the battle continual even today....
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