Monday, August 9, 2010

Loc Maturation


Incessant Indentations,
My Dreads,
Dreadnaught
Acoustic Pain
Because
It leaves the Soulful
Hollow
Holes in
Locks
Thrice
Corrupt the Continuity
like Cracks in
City Street
Or
My prolapse and
Its
Off Beat
Laugh with it all tho
I learn to
There is no solution
But
Roll
Palmroll
with inhumane Punches
Thoroughbred
Negro
Slave to Who?
glance back
Shackles now hung in the Museum of
Unnatural History
but the Pain still resounds
til
THAT DAY
my Dreads mature...
my DREAD matures.
Selah

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