Her womb quivered and spasmed
pain erupted through her body
her fingers clutched the bedsheets, and their tendons tightened beyond her control
Her mind raced one way and another
Finally, as if she'd made a decision, her fingers raised
followed by her arms, and then her torso
those same fingers found themselves punching furiously at the keys of a typewriter
Another labor pain flowed through her
and still she smiled, knowing what she was contributing was just
The report of the keys echoed through the air, distinct like bullets, striking the page
blam blam blam, the machine was her release
Her man whispered words of encouragement
sweat beads fell down her forehead
She noticed that the night had come and beyond their window they could hear the encouraging shouts of the rebels and their bodies falling to the ground
dead before contact, they returned to the dust of their making
She realizes that her feet have fallen asleep
Finally the last bullet letter is added, and she is satisfied
Her husband wretches the newborn from it's safe haven
nestled between the bars of the typewriter
she smiles tiredly
Her greatest work is born
He calls it "The Truth"


16 wishin' I was 25.
Hope to attend Howard University and pursue a career in Journalism.
Takes classes on Philosophy and debate at CASA (Center for the Advanced Studies and the Arts.)
Attends Oak Park High School in Oak Park, MI.

Exodus thanks: The Lord God, TheProdigiousPoet, Mommy, my whole entire family, Antonio Baker, Deeanna, Marcus, Brian, Cassie, Kurtis, Voncaira, Erin, Jessica, everybody at Upward Bound, and Oak Park High. Especially 2004.

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P.rodigious
S.emplisstech
A.frika
L.aXyDaZiCaL
M.iracleRic

"Lot's wife is now a product of the morton company" -Nikki Giovanni

"An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind." -Gandhi

"Until they become conscious they w