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I've been addicted to two songs with the word "wish" in them lately. The first is Nina Simone's version of "I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel to Be Free." The second is "Black Wish" by the Last Poets:

"I am the wish that makes Nina Simone wish she knew how it felt to be free
I am the wish that all Black people are wishing for
I am the wish of freedom
Yes, I am the wish of Black freedom
And I wish and I wish and I wish
and I wish I know and I know I wish
and I wish I know and I know I wish
and I wish and I know and I know and I know
that that wish will come true
"

I think the reason for this is because I have my own wishes that I need to express. Everytime I think about the song "Black Wish" I think for about half a second that it is called "I Am a Wish." Ah, the Freudian slips. I make good ones.

I am very angry right now. I can't continue writing today.





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