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Mumble Jumbled Mind


I saw the world for what it truly is when i closed my eyes. She figured out her worth when she closed her thighs He truly saw himself when he left the guys We are all robots in disguise living lies Walking upright makes us superior yet emotionally inferior Focus on the interior and put aside the exterior without ulterior motives and deception caused by election the infection of greed that we feed because your need to be better than me don’t you see my lack of tree my happiness and struggle through the lack of green. Humble i stumble upon a man mumble jumbled in a jumbo jet talking about someone he met or a pet a thing something unseen a belief of grief to those unclean. I saw him again across from me in a place that cleaned my mental sheets, no longer discreet medicatedly honest i promise the same promise i whisper in solace. Self checked and expertly wrecked. I scream and they ask how I feel, the others rocking to the sound of their squeals. The laughter and deranged passersby in the hallways arranged A one through 5. Ward full, warden gone, doctor no patience, patients now gone. I was uncleansed in the end because they could not see how my mind could bend and send a message past the 8% of my capacity they had the audacity to call me impossible. I smiled and jolted as hundreds of volts did pass through me. Oh well now I’m just a vegetable surrounded by meat, fried like a potato. The beauty of your potential
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I am an aspiring poet and hip hop writer and performer. I hope to open the world's eye to the world around them.

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It will set you free or allow them to pick at your view of reality

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