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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Martyr

by Stephen Jarrell Williams

They paint me
colors
I don't mind
to be
hunting me
down
tying me
up
on poles
tortured
my last words
piercing
their deeds
hanging from a tree
I rot into a flower
my roots
shaking the earth
erupting
my children
shining as stars.

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