I shared this with one of my sons, not realizing that i shared it to point with myself because he is my seed and suffering the same absence i did with my father, yet between he and i there are no bars, there are no glass windows there is no cell block that i reside behind. Yet I live incarcerated behind society and its impact on the strong black woman so its a different Knock Knock that I present. History has a definite way of repetitive motions.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 06:29:35 +0000
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