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These 2 Hands


Sitting here in my underwear lost in the moment without a care.

You mock me (WHY?) Because I'm black with blonde hair?

Being me in this world isn't easy

and seldom can my life be done quickly.

While I'm Crying out in laughter;

only to hide my true life's disaster.

My hearts crubbling like a jigssaw puzzle;

what a fuzzle.

I want to scream but I'm wearing a muzzle.

You say "Stereotypical Risks"

I say tisk..tisk.. and your point is?

Their heads are spinning around like disks.

My Emotional Rollercoaster;

cut off on a billboard poster.

Run-Run as fast as I can.

THe only thing to defeat me are these 2 Hands....

 

 

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