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voice mono toned, deaf to all ear.
unable to relent nor express deep fear
controlled by all sides of other people expressions
able to listen but unable to be heard
words struggle to escape the mind
laid out
spread like butter
on the ground.
i'm melting.
yellow self bubbling
as i seep into the ground.
through eyes that barely see but
straight ahead,
Whats on your mind?
I alwyas ponder this question time to time.
We often wonder about our problems and what puts us in these binds.
I think of the same things, sometimes I wonder should i commit crimes?
Real life, real words, real truths, mean little to you.
You hide behind your paranoa,
You want the "best" for me yet
Your support of my dreams means nothing to you.
You ask me to subsitute what I want for myself
Darling, darling... open your ears and listen to these words you must hear
Stop puhing away the things you hold dear because of your fears
Oppression surrounds us, many don't value our opinion but they can't dictate our lives
What some may regard as nonsense may be wisdom to the ears others
Your voice is powerful and unique to you
"Why do you talk so white?"
Well sir, what do you mean?
I'm only talking the way I know how to speak,
are you sure I don't talk pink?
"But, why don't you talk black?"
What the fuck do you know about me?
What the fuck do you know?
Who the hell are you
To say? To choose
For me,
What you do see.
A skinny black kid?
You see A Pair of Glasses?
You see -
I woke up to the rain.
It sung stories of the old.
Of when fall came, and left.
Of when Winter,
In his biting cold-
In his bitter whiting wonder,
Came.
And left.
The stories of the four
