The Inner Appearance

You have seen me through the category of non existence yet in me you found a gold mine you took the sky achievement medal to entertain yourself, your few specials and your many many enslaved assistants. I hate to look this lost, this ashamed, this fresh, this pure I want to be seen as I-in my worst income and in my best outcome I blame no man, not even a white man Never on my mother I blame no one except myself this poem is also on the archives of poetry.com Written between 2006 Just the young thoughts of the young mind