Person L

Tue, 08/11/2015 - 02:54 -- PersonL

They Ask Me: Why So Personal?

I Reply: Cause Life is Real It's Hard to Tell Life Is Hell, Heaven and Even a Sea Fails.

They Say: But Why So Personal with Things you Speak On?

I Say: I'm I wrong? Cause I Think Life Matters? Is It Wrong? To See Though the Veil that So Many Can't See or Seem to Look at and Tell the Storys I See In Them?

They Speak: But Son!?! You Sound Dumb?!

I Shake a Head and Said: Dumd is One Holding a Gun, Aim to Kill; Not Knowing if he Built for Jail. One Is Dumb Seeing Wrong, Doing Wrong; But Yet Saying He is Born. One Is Dumb Not Knowing The Personal Matters of Other's; But Yet Verbally Hurting Facts Cause That One Can't See. Son Is A Child Seeking A Father or Made By A Father, Or Maybe The Star That Feeds Mother Earth Like a Father Should Do For His Woman or Child. So Don't Call Me Son Or Dumb, Just Cause One Can't Understand Where I Come From. Instead Figure, Ask and Speak Questions That Don't Sound So Dumb Son. Maybe Then You May Understand. Why One Is Built Like The Sun, Made To Make Change. Even With The Art In My Speech and Personal Answers When I Speak. Thus Given The Reason For Name, Cause Minds Like Mines Matter It Ain't Hard to Tell.

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