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Go in ferocious. make the eye contact. make the eye contact and tell every sister you see that you Love her. say.i love you. find every embrace and meet it like yo skin to the fire because it is. wear yo best dress. if you have a tiara wear it in honor of Tearia Whitehead. and when the hecklers ask you why you are protesting. why you are laying down in the street. tell them that you have come to do a violence to the mthafuckin lie. tell them that you have come to have at the Lie with every justice in yo skin. be there with the justice in yo body like a new rage at the summertime club. i am finding my love and my rage right up next to eachother. my tears and my fists kissing climbing down the ladder in my own throat.
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Copyright 2015 Vanessa German
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Terrific poem. Tears. xj
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