Me

Me, I never learn from teachers Could not speak till middle school So I learned intuition from those who don't hear Can't vocalize at speed of thought Graduated five credits short by my words and thought After being misunderstood, stereotyped and judged by a equal man who looks down on those who don't Fit in to the mold of him and discredited message By way of being biast to propaganda and media thoughts. I don't wish to offend the art But I have held nothing but words I was to humble to speak I tried to hide and searched for death But my words are not mine there sent And until I face fate I am unable to enter the gate I wish not credit, for this is essence above a unique soul I can't speak these parables To be scrutinized by those who follow only gold From alpha to the end There has been the essential divinity In all so life could grow, love laugh, sin Spoken word is to be cherished and honored Only if bold, not self serving, and reasonable To all human kind. So what makes you upstanding Arrogance, or hand picked syllabus Which is of no relevance in the truth you are denying