May 19, 1918

July 25, 2013
By Anonymous

Wade down
The rivers cold
Journey on
Headed north

When the river gets tough
And the waves get rough
And my stomach knots up
Filled with a deep hunger

This pain I fight
Those beatings of mine
That horrible night
I remember

When the river gets tough
And the waves get rough
And my stomach knots up
Filled with a deep hunger

This pain in my side
As they hang down my guy
A black female cry
Crying for justice.



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