Poems from fatalangel218

I will use my voice to pursue a million different things In fragments of a second   I will use my voice to reflect on history So it is not...
Stained hands and I'm guilty Lookin to the sky like  Lord can you hear me   Dunno what to do when I'm pushed in the corner Can't fight...
Some could change themselves Cuz they're not good enough But in starting with the Man in the Mirror Michael wasn't evaluating himself...
IMOB I come across as exotic to some Two polar sides of black culture create an interesting look   IMOB I'm pursuing a million different...
Snow here Snow there Snow everywhere   Snow on the housetop  Snow on the trees Thank God it's not upon me   We leave the snow at point A...

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