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BurnAngry, my eyes speak infamy;
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bound and caged in slick indignity,
And though I bleed because I fight,
I will not fall, I will arise.
I’m pacing, chasing, repeating, bleeding,
defacing, erasing, and I’m not healing.
legs taut, breath hot, arms pop-and-lock,
laughing, screaming, and I can’t stop.
I know I’m crazed, its not the pain;
Revenge and hate drove me insane.
I swear on every bruise black on my back,
On green-brown scratches on my sides,
On sick pink fear and yellow hate,
On blood that dripped down a child’s thighs,
I sing this song, my voice dry and raw,
So carrion crows will hear my call.
I’m pressed against the shackle’s teeth,
I will not rest, I will not sleep;
Hear havoc in my desperate cries;
I will not break. I will arise.