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The flames of Broken candles 

Light lowered under bushels

Staggering the dark like bats in the night

As the pen;

The eye of the Wise is covered by web

Intellect muted with milky notes

Raping the value of the white man's leaves

If the pen be mightier than the sword

Then why are my writing fingers shortened?

I want to go to school!

I am a low class seed of the black soil

And where I come from, only the rich know good

But at least I BELIEVE! 

I believe in the book future of a salted brain.

 

                         JoyEkpo@JoyGoldInspirations.