Posted: April 16, 2017 in DELPHIC
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The feathers on our back

Drops of Jupiter, weave and wax

Break free these

Mental chains


Glorified stains

Ways of the humble slave

As I trade my darkness

For a touch and a whisper

The warm sweet caress of the sun

Blackness radiates

A triumph of melanin



A glean-

Of stray keratin

A promise in the stars

The constellation on my back

Freedom’s blueprint to gravity’s flaw

A tribute to feathers that have our backs 

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