by Tasha Edwards
Thursday, December 12, 2002
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i sat across from a
jury of their peers,
the remainder of my blood
waiting to be released from
before they scratched me completely
from their consciousness,
they asked me
"is there anything you would like to say?"
I, being the designated scapegoat,
internally leaped at the opportunity
to make some noise that would echo
long after I lay maime,
the external told the internal "shhhh...."
and, I, in return said,
the tension in the room grew and I
knew for each moment I remained in the chair,
fifty beads of sweat fell from
the faces of the
self appointed "Masters" in my life.
rejoicing in the freedon I had just received,
I so eloquently spoke words I had longed to say
while still leaving them with a continued
false sense of control...
"May I leave now?"
As my dreams and I arose and headed towards
the tunnel of tomorrow, I could feel the
slavery whips hitting the air, as they no longer
had the reach to reach my back.
Much to their surprise,
I didn't, still hadn't and won't
When I Speak
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|Reviewed by Angela Velez (Reader)
|this is moving
words flow, u catured the moment
|Reviewed by Madame X (Reader)
|Wow, Tasha...how did I miss you? Excellent poetry. I look forward to reading more of your work. Excellent work.|