I had a dream.
I was walking down a street in downtown Harlem,
The stirring strains of jazz in my ear,
When I bumped into Martin Luther King, Jr.
It was drizzling and darkness had fallen
And I said: ‘Perhaps you could help me, sir.
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In the Flesh, Poetry by Lexy Yocom
Climbing through the towers
Selfishness and guilt
Taking advantage of power
Racing up our own hills
It’s crazy how we all think
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