"a necklace of tears, a bracelet of blood. my people have been sold in the marketplace, on the auction block, in the cotton fields, on the docks. and you and i have both accepted the dream of free love and store bought struggle that this selling of ourselves offers as unrequited revolutions of reward. as the sun begins to rise, its rays of light caress the tops of the trees and outline the buildings on an empty street. someone is waiting."
"a necklace of tears, a bracelet of blood. my people have been sold in the marketplace, on the auction block, in the cotton fields, on the docks. and you and i have both accepted the dream of free love and store bought struggle that this selling of ourselves offers as unrequited revolutions of reward. as the sun begins to rise, its rays of light caress the tops of the trees and outline the buildings on an empty street. someone is waiting."
