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UNDERNEATH

SEEMS SADNESS JUST UNDERNEATH ME, UNDERNEATH MY SKIN, UNDERNEATH THE EVERY SMILING LAUGH, EVERY TEAR ROLLING DOWN, WITHOUT EVER FLOWING OUT, BUT, IT IS, NOT NEW TO ME, THIS SADNESS, FOR, I’M THE POSTER CHILD OF SORROW, IT IS JUST UNDERNEATH ,THE WHO CRIES, UNDERNEATH, THE ONE WHO TRIES, JUST WHO WILL EVER SHAKE THIS OFF OF ME, SO, WITH EVERY SHRUG, WITH EVERY HUG, WITH EACH AND EVERY NEW UNDERNEATH, I GROW TO KNOW THAT UNDERNEATH, I WILL ALWAYS BE, THAT MAN OF HAPPY TEARS, FOREVER, UNDERNEATH, ALL THAT SADNESS!

By Strong Buffalo

Tatanka Ohitika (Strong Buffalo) is an enrolled member of the Sisseton-Wahpeton Dakota Oyate, AIM member and a decorated Vietnam Veteran (US Marine Corps). He has been writing and performing his original poetry around the world since 1970.