Black and Blue
Black and blue, you scream / “Liberty is mine.” / But not until their hands / Release the reins. / This air is never mine.
Black and blue, you scream
“Liberty is mine.”
But not until their hands
Release the reins.
This air is never mine.
“Why don’t you up and leave?”
I can’t even hide,
Can’t lie down and cry.
Years later, my mind’s still
Black and blue.
Even if I run,
The reins pull me back in.
This air isn’t mine.
I can’t breathe a word that’s mine
As long as these men are alive.
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