They controlled me
My whole life --
Faces, memories, bottles,
Complexes, paranoias, bongs,
Fears, shape, regrets, dope
I just got used to it.
Called it "my truth"
And made it my home.
I cried to God with all my fury,
"Take this from me
just like back in the days when your word
Was still being recorded
For the Holy Book,
Send them into a
Herd of pigs
Screaming, flailing, biting
And foaming at the mouth
So they can run
Possessed, over the edge of a steep and
Jagged cliff and die
Over and over again forever
Amen."
-- Michael Vance, Street Roots, May 25, 2012
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