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The Theory Of Knowledge According To A Woman Named Righteous Piper Davenport
Suburban blues kidnapped people to Detroit where what they didn't know makes them leave.
Make no apologies while they listen, listen to me-- the righteous one.
Until it happens to them, people will never understand our city and the plights that forever haunt me.
Other women clutch their sadness; their babies are dying in coffins; the guns of someone's else misery are etched in their misery.
Uneasiness sings to me. . .
I've cried and walked through cemeteries, familiar faces I can no longer hold onto.
Sometimes I wonder what has everyone running in a frenzy, trying not to go to fall to pieces
Someone calls me a black-and-white coward; I'm a leopard and I won't change my stripes.
Even the soil of our city is ruined by fire and nightmares that hang over like a dark cloud and the black mayor who refuses to be nobody's fool but his own.
There are no smiles and lollipops and ice cream trucks and the children grow up c r a c k e d to pieces.
Helpless we are, hopeless we'll stay, help us they said. Witnesses canvas neighborhoods looking for saints and converts. One of them asks me, Whose favorite person are you? I say, none, not in this city, behind the doors. They say they care and they will be back and I wait and wait and wait until I'm all alone again.
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