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He cringed
As one in deep pain
Yes he was in pain
Pangs of hunger
Had a good crunch on him
Cos the black tinted SUV
Whose sliding glass
At his point
Every sunrise
Was a meal ticket
For the day
Took a different route
To make him miss his ‘benevolence’
Appreciate more his 'kind gesture'
Like one who won a jackpot
The next time he slides
In a land with much
So much to go round

But when he’s told
You deserve more
Than the crumbs
Thrown to you
That sliding glass
Has in it no good for you
Than the fragments
Given to you
Like an outcast
In your own land
He yells furiously
Ready for fight

When he's told 
What they do
Make rights privileges
Make life tough
Make it stiffer
Let them grind
Even roast
Let them thirst
Give them drops
Some sort of succor 
They will dance
And celebrate
Then become supporters
He throws a punch

When will these scales
drop off
So we can see
What is dividing us
What is destroying us

Wise up
No better time than now
To get it right
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I struggled for too long Being who I wasn’t Fitting  my circle into other people's 
perfect squares -- into all their
expectations for me Their perception was all that mattered What they will see and say Their standard for success and achievement
I showed up acting who I wasn’t Like a dancing monkey under obligations to perform magic To gain their recognition and affirmations for being who I wasn’t Against being Me
I broke the chains and gained freedom the day I stopped looking at myself through other people’s lenses because I discovered people wore lenses tinted and shaded to suit them not Me
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Housed in a container Moved in it Identified by its aesthetics But sometimes lost in it Who exactly am I the container or the content
Sometimes I try so hard to figure exactly what it is about this combo Sometimes complicating other times compelling sometimes conflicting other times cooperating
Influenced by the countless conversations with  the inner and the  outer the seen and the unseen the known and the unknown Then I discover It goes beyond this container there is something about content
As adorned as this container maybe embellished with so much beauty the content remains the substance that give it credibility Beyond the container that interacts is the content that keeps the flow is the content that leaves  memorable impacts
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