A poem by Jonita Simmons.
To say things like ‘fuck’, ‘shit’ and ‘damn’,
Doesn’t particularly matter how I’m feeling,
Could be over the moon, happy as a pig in
Or flat out pissed off, going crazy mad –
Just wanna feel something, anything at all
Hell – with everyone else walking around
Like they’ve been anesthetized or something,
Gone friggin’ Francis Farmer on me,
Had a lobotomy to straighten their ass out –
Don’t care if that makes me poor white trash,
Or a darkie from Nigger town –
At least I’ve got some human in me,
Can express myself – while there you are
Tied up, buried alive by your thoughts,
Camouflaged in your skin,
On permanent lock down
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