Resurrection - Poem by Alex Kenneh
On the brink of enlightenment,
Presence of my Angel feels Heaven sent,
Her reason passed by weathered hands left impressions,
Determined to bridge our generation gap in discretion,
Fill of soft kick, drive insomniac personality,
Blood pumping, hearts and arteries,
Suffocating, gasping for knowledge,
Fate of the boycotted rarely acknowledged,
A great depression plaques black stereotypes,
Sands of time, King and Queen Archetypes.
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