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1 July 1997

emancipation

My fragile heart, so weakened by the
sorrow and suffering
of this distorted, tainted world --
battered around cruelly as if it were
a proud plantation owners sorry black slave --
isolated by its flawed misunderstanding
of some quasi (un)perfect reality --
has officially decided (as of today)
and will henceforth declare (to a blind humanity)
that my fragile heart, so strengthened by the
sorrow (and suffering)
inside his distorted, twisted world
shall resign his corrupt office
and finally leave me to my own bidding.

 la vie me déchire   For all the words I didn't write   My two calloused hands   Hold me in your arms so tightly;   When springtime comes   soft, sweet and warm   the water of life   these are the times   geraniums   sweet of all sweetness   when Death first called my name   Arms so pitiful   Redemption   The tears in your eyes tear me more than my own.   Oh Seigneur   A toi, l'humanité   flesh of mortal man, immortal woman   again an unknown stranger.   canticle to my soul   My tender heart dilates with each   emancipation