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Bloodline


hands create the apperance,

words pour from my veins

imaginative for my imagination, 

i can't even explain. The plane

that marks the x on the

spot is my treasure. The pen and my words.

Creation of poetic speech pattern

is a speech that describe eveyone dreams

 and how it can be accomplish by

any means neccessary, so we made

mlk and malcolm x proud. the blood

sweat and tears that we put in our 

piece. The battles that warriors 

fight for to reach victory.

That is what the roots or

words dancing around

like street perfomers, its away

that street art paint the world.

It means life is too special for poems

to be written as letters. Let it

be written as no rules. Eveything

goes when it comes to the voice

that sings and cry and shout and scream.

Without the mic, how can the spotlight 

spot the voice that breaks darkeness to show life.

Poems are my veins.

Their are my bloodline.

My family

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