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It’s woven into the fibre of my being
to expect tragedy.
Even in the wake of the good things
my mind is plagued by
the thought of what could be.
F. L. U. I. D.S
F for forgiveness
To all the innocent taken
Your color was mistaken
Mistaken for a weapon
5 silhouettes stroll through a white town alone
the sight of them causes residennts' mouthes to foam
4 jagged stones are thrown
aimed to shatter the dark kings' destined thrones
3 skins ripped to the bone
Don't Touch My Hair
You can touch but you can't touch
see there is no right way to be me
It's IMPOSSIBLE
You can touch my skin but,
You can't touch my hair
You can touch my heart maybe my soul but,
The moment can feel so right
The moment can feel so bright
The moment can feel like endless breath
Brings out the soul in me
The part of my mind, that's so hard ot find
Lost in the depths of boredom
Ashamed to express
But sweet,sweet poetry
Helps me pass the test
never thought that this white man would be mad
i would have thought he would have been glad
im somebody that you wanna be
and im somebody you aint