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[invisiblepoetry]

My voice holds silent
No more than winters kiss
On the breath of
Rose balmed lips

You see
I am not a
Political poet
I am not a
Revolutionist
I am not
A poet

Period.

You speak with words
To the wise
Of segregation
And the degradation
Of the human race
And I feel your pain

But I hold something
Quite different

You see
I am a student of
Philosophy
The zen of love

So I write personal poetry