My thoughts like my smoke flowin'
Growin', the feelin' of knowin'
Peace of mind a concept foreign
To this Negro man, chains still hold him
But standin', like them spirituals told 'em
"My mind now a prison, I know it
I own it, I won't submit you know it!"
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The Black Experience.
PoetryA collection of poems about life as a black man and the issues faced in both the world and in the mind.
