Thursday, November 10, 2011

UNORGANIZED GRAMMAR

  I no longer think positive thoughts,
As my positive walks through my dark side of my wrong brain....
I no longer feel the movement of my heart,
I'm way to far apart...and close to the wrong things:
Opportunistic I doubt it, If I was don't you think I would have wrote about it,
And these details of evils I cant go without it, while stupid people stare in my face like lets continue to talk about it;
If only I could talk about it...
I doubt I had a moment, doubt I have a mission to mention all of my supported pensions and thank people for their inventions...of me!
Of me? as if there is prototypes of confused black kids like me;
Eighteen with no I.D., problem with no (i.e) focus on ABC and staying away from EFG;
I feel like they put all of their trust in me, without knowing my history, with random people missing me, my life is like a mystery its misery.....visually, I'm laughing, disturbing the pain,
 my heart is burning and wishing it rain, I have no real thoughts I just scribble my name, and wish wen I open my eyes things would change;

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