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Poem #4


I know how the cage bird sings like Maya Angelou said , 

But this is a different bird and a whole different song 

This is about life 

and im telling it through my senses 

My eyes are the movie , cant you wait and see 

my legs are like walking sticks 

Just like what Ghandi protested 

So did i

these killings is not what you see every day , but those victims  where children of  god

i see the big picture you see partial

i soon be a movie star , a poent even a rapper , but i can never force myself to do 

anything  , people have talent yes , but is really worth it because you see these celebrities 

get to the top but they still struggling , this is my life story and  im telling it through 

my senses 

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