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Bijan

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since July 2013
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July 13, 2013

Mystical Nights Heavy Vibes and Atmosphere

Dodging the social sterotypes yet trying not to dissapear

Adopting Social ignorance 

or arrogance

I've become a product of my society 

otherwise they're calling me


 An outcast?

because they fail to recognize

the power that lies 

inside of me.

Bound to face ridicule

and racial injustice

ostrosizing my inner phlebotomy

one nation under God, small g 

the irony 

Strip me of my identity maybe you can see within me

cause looking at me from a distance you couldn't see me coming 

I was actually running 

while the guitar was strumming

now the djembe drum is beating slowly

harmonizing with the sunrise and a blue jay humming.

Words to complex in my mind to express

in a form so diluted preferably polluted for man to understand 

Clyde Davis the latest and the greatest 

our minds are trouble by emptiness

So do you young world 

feel free

feel free for me 

free from who I used to be 

free from unforgiveness

free from anything that may have been pressing me.

Free to pose to question WHO EXACTLY ARE WE?

Pause for Trayvon's Cause, I wrote this with no thesis, no clause no bars

slow motioned the ink in my pen

I await for the time where we all will live free from sin

when the armageddon come will we be free again

or will we run? 

 

B.G.C

 

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