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CRITIQUE


I'm projected by the words I've protected.

Not respected, because when you're that poetic...

People become more skeptic to the things they've been presented. 

I'm a victim to criticism.

Open minded I resight to children.

No witness, I gotta clearer vision.

Writing biblio, giving the whole business.

Stories wrote don't match the penmen.

I'm not shading I'm just saying, they writing for the making.

I'm writing for my patience.

Haters hate, but aren't tasteless.

They just jealous off the greatness.

Up high on the hate list. 

I know I'm ma be famous.

So I'm shameless to the fameless.

They mad, but I'm maintenanced.

My speech left them vapeless.

Yet still, they missed the biggest image.

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Zia

An 18 year old female that writes about her emotions and past life experiences.

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