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locate the closest overlooked neighborhood —        at its core extract all humans living underneath life’s bootheel. replace with millennials cradling postcolonial...

i. the old marrieds But why the moon rose so cruelly, neither of them would say. Though a listless jazz buzzed obediently...

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And they await, across the Changes and the spiraling dead, our Black revival, our Black vinegar, our hands, and our hot blood. — Gwendolyn Brooks I...