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Own Life


I had the mad 

Wrong mindset

I regret 

The way I slept so upset

Cause I let it my set ways

Portray displeasure for many days

As I rage

I blaze my own page

In misery

However 

what it did to me 

Is set me free 

To learn to live easily

No longer dreaming, see

My reality happens to be 

Seen and felt 

With little help from excess stress and welts

The hand I was dealt

Was laced with misplaced hate

I want to be great

Is what I state 

When I see picket fence real estate

No need to contemplate

The seed was placed

And I was committed to getting rid of the

Poverty we live in

This schism within cities

Pits me against men

Who've never seen me

Obscenely their perceiving

From what they've heard from News and TV

We're screaming against their scheming

As their dreaming about their names and families

Rising higher to survive

And deride the strides of basic human liberty 

 

 

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