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I preach love
to hearts sterilized by hatred.
No joy,
only trauma in these grieving souls.
My dignity has never worn chains.
I appreciate my life
by watching all its dramas unfold.
To be a free and just man
is not a crime.

No mask,
no role to play before these clowns.
I embrace the pain beneath my skin.
I laugh
at the vile ramblings
of these treacherous minds.
Their slander
rekindles my divine spark.

Too much blasphemy,
so too many prayers to utter.
The human species:
a sea of contradictions.
Charitable,
to erase my slate
before the universal force.

I only believe in the power
that money offers.
Hypocrites sing
the praises of brotherhood.
I will never trust
those traitors
disguised as angels.
Still no risk-taking.
I am not suicidal,
just a loner with a locked heart.

I prefer to sneer
at the sterile ravings
of these bipolar schizophrenics.
My worst enemy lives within me.
Only shortcuts left to take.
The paths of my fate
have always been apocalyptic.

I pay child support
for kids raised to hate me.
Only the universal force
knows the end of my reality.
I am a sinner
trying to do good
for demonic minds
lit by ingratitude.

Being truthful leads
to loving solitude and silence.
I’ve learned to hide
my intelligence in ease.
Life feels long
since I started saving time.

I’ve never sought
to please human beings.
I’m forced to gag
and bind my demons
to endure human foolishness.

I’ve suffered in abundance
to better savor
the gifts of scarcity.
I’ve never believed in love;
my existence is far from glamorous.
The setting is bleak and gloomy.

Even with cannabis joints,
the nightmares stay the same.
Sleepless nights
chasing fleeting vanities
that showed me the plagues
of carceral shock
in a slave-built nation.

My instincts are colonial,
like the arrogance of those negrophobes.
I walk straight
only when all is well.
When I suffer,
the illicit brings delicious flavors
to my tragic lifestyle.
I protect my interests,
even in moments of generosity.
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