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
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Written between 2006
Just the young thoughts of the young mind
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