What I called
Now my sandles get's hole
A smile like a crow
People think foolish when I
Speak with Devi Durga Prasad is
Butter I am nonsense
Because of My identity card
My feet rub clean with butter as I have a hole in my sandles
I can't be able to walk
Because if I do I sit a sat come
Pary her to My faith and true emotional behaviour on me because I boon and blessings by her butterfly love of each.......count less lessons what we enjoyed
With Love all
Jagdish bajantri
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers...
Are you numb from all your numbers?
Social security, drivers license, identity card numbers
Numbers, numbers -- numb from numbers
Library card, insurance card, employee numbers
Credit card, debit card, loyalty club card numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers...
Are you numb from all your numbers?
Telephone numbers: Landlines, smartphones, cellphones
Computer passwords: At home, at work, on laptops
Desktops, countertops, tabletops, rooftops, mountaintops too
Remember when "I'm not a name but a number" was not really true?
I am the race of unforgotten torture
the life of hardache
the color of my skin, that automatically gets judge
the judgement of harse words
uneducated tounges
I am a poet that speaks beyound color
I am the inspiration of voice
hear my vocals scream
society judges the race like we are bandats
animals that doesn't deserve the "pursuit of happiness"
I am an AFRICAN AMERICAN mixed with tainted and spoiled races
TAKE ME FOR MY CHARACTER AND HEART
BECAUSE , WHEN ITS ALL SAID AND DONE: THE SKIN OF COLOR NEVER EXSISTED!! JUST
THE VOICES OF JUDGMENTAL VOCALS
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