A poem for Martin Luther King, Jr.by Uta
Martin's feet are in my feet.
Martin's legs are in my legs.
Martin's lips are in my lips.
Martin's hands are in my hands.
Martin's arms are in my arms.
Martin's brain is in my brain.
Martin's belly is in my belly.
Martin's back is in my back.
Martin's words are in my words.
Peace and love.
Sometimes he gets away from me
and that's when I get mad and say bad words,
like stupid and hate.
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