Witty Comics - poem 10

poem 10 by spyskii on 10-26-2016

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

When you're done with that boy, I need a whisky

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise

I RISE I RISE

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