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I
TASTE THE SALT
In dreams
It seems
I jumped ship
To fight crashing waves
Swam with transatlantic
Slaves
For days
Above
Watery
Graves
Swimming for freedom
And
A brighter day
But me?
I am lucky
Because when I awoke
Except for the sweat upon my head
The dream was broke
I was dry lying
In my bed
But sometimes at night
I still taste the salt
And think about
The dead
Still swimming for a freedom
That
Never manifested.
© 2004
Alexx Thompson
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