No Fliter
I am nothing
But everything at the same time
I am the little light
In the dark corner
Ready to burst and illuminate the room
Yet the darkness is overwhelming
So I hide behind a shield of indiscretion
Often turned into oppression
Every time I fall I learn a new lesson
I am a boy
No, a young man
Born to lose
Built to win
I am the sheered amongst flock
Though I cannot fly
The birds yet follow
I am a Lion
Hear me roar
And tremble for I am
Power not physically
But mentally
Watch me as I take the hyena
Of stereotypes by the neck
With my jaws ripping apart
The nature of the beast
I am a black boy
Shunning the reality that was given to me
Knocking down the obstacles in front of me
To achieve anything I set my mind to
I am without a filter
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