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Go where you’re loved

It’s hard to describe it, this knot

This feeling, this stripping, this lynching

Hanging from the tree of knowledge

Knowing nothing

Worth nothing

Being one and a half sugars in a rivulet of black tea

Or sour as a lemon sucked in a lavatory

Where is the love?

There is none

Only hoops, hurdles and judgement

Bargain basements

Flayed flesh, broken spirits, sullied souls

And a light that shines in darkness

A light that whiteness cannot comprehend