The Compendium
By Paris Thulare
This time I wear no dark color
This time I wear no scar
My words cleansed me
My lines made me
From bieng a Black child
I transformed and became The Voice
Egoisim and Pride tasted my margins
From the Harbour with Valour I began singing Night Hyms
Unexpectedly Feelings bled
I started chasing paper
I fell for The Wrong
Became A Fool
I Rose Still
There began The Voyage with Poetry
It brought the best in me
I became a Paper orphan
The Invention of a village life
The Legend Walking
From Being A Lyric Commando
To being Parizo La Poeta
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