To Know Me

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I sit where I stand

refusing the land

that the man has made for me.

They misunderstand

the way that I speak

and the many things I see.

To savvy my words

May be but a dream

unless one opens their mind

to the urge to seek,to scavenge, to find

the knowledge left behind

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