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Nourish


If Ya do encourage these words that seem to flourish

Might nourish ya skin and see the mind within

I sacrificed my femininity to handle my responsibilities

Ain't no one here to help so I took these rhymes and turned it to therapy

I'm a monster of American culture

I'm a vulture

Feel these words burn in ya ears like sulfur

I'm cynical I'm not even lyrical

I develop lines to murder more than the physical

I am top notch, watch me do me no sexual

I am so diseased by any means I need medical

Man I'm Tryna act bold

But I'm 20 years old

Kinda cold

With the old soul of a poet

U aredy kno me but u might jus not kno yet

 

3/31/2013

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Atlas Cortez

Hayward, CA. Philosopher, artist, mental nomad.

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