"I Am From"
I am from the screams of the silent
Who has fantasies of living lavish
But too poor to buy it.
I am from the slow beats of a drum
Thump...thump...thump.
I am from the unknown
Who lives with a dysfunctional family
That never grows.
I am from the roots of Bob Marley
Reggae, soca party.
I am from the deep voice that lays within the Earth
Swaying swiftly throughout the air
Waiting to rebirth.
I am from the unspoken
Words only lurking.
I am from the womb of a squalor
A seed of a dead beat father.
I am from the voice that is ready to break free
No longer chained by society.
....I am from
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