My people, my people... that's all you hear,
But really, are we all equal?
You see it all the time, you see it in everyone's eyes, the laughs and the lies
As this happens, the river flows red
Crimes of hatred they say
On the news words are twisted
And once again my people, my people, the full story, we missed it
Turns out we're trouble thanks to the color of our skin, our age, the jobs we are given, the pride that we have and the knowledge we lack  blamed for the world's problems, drug dealers and so on so on the crimes they stack
In reality, the real reality, not the imagination that extremists recall as reality but the cold reality seen through an immigrant's eyes, a minority's eye ,the youths eyes we are only here to help and create an everlasting peace between different cultures with slowly increased confusion, in confession we say to ourselves, we're all the same, consumers and buyers, but we all aren't, some of us are cons and liars, deceiving and thieving, but let's forget those for they're the outliers, progressively we're changing, but sadly as people are aging, the change is non-apparent and when I say us, I mean us, the people, the wealth and the hunger not us the separate who preaches unity and yet has such things as ghettos and slums of which no one cares, to whose street traveled, no one dares instead of having one united diverse nation.                                    without fear, separation, depression an intense sensation of grieving expression.
Illiterate and mute, that's my people, and I'm proud we don't need to speak to show you our speech is free, but if we could perfectly talk the language of the higher society, the language of the credible and flexible , we'd say we'd hate to have your liberty and prosperity, for we have something better; a family union, a home-cooked meal in moral values of which you do not, and that is my greater power, we live under the ignorance of Philosophy to whom the end of life there's no insurance people live and people die
anti-hate and self-loving policies will never die...Anti-state, anarchy to all my apologies for the wise never lie...

A paradise
In your arms?
No, not really
Still not safe from all harms.
The moment's still a little hilly
But years from now, who knows...
When I heal,
And the pain doesn't come as it goes
Maybe then, you'll be real
And not fake
Like a fast food meal
Easy to take
Hard to let go
You're bad for me,
But I continue,
Leaving scars;stories to be
A present,;my past, my future anew
Destruction within
For being with you
Causes one to sin
But your intentions,
They're all seen through
Like deadly infections
You seek onto me,
Hoping to **** me
I slowly suffocate
As you start your passage
In which my soul, you navigate
As a dark and cold savage
You eat away at my soul
With words of a python, a snake
Slithering in the cold
Bitting, slowly killing
With what pieces you take
I regain my health in a matter of time
I see no longer with the eyes of a blind man,
But with those of a mime...

‎Wonderlands and questions within.
Many come, many go
No one can handle it, so their minds spin
And what they go through
Is a pain all of it's own
Thoughts to be seen
Fully engaged and fully grown
What does it all mean?
Simple, we're all free
Free of thought
Free to bee
Free and yet freedom is still sought

A shadow in the light.
‎What is a smile ?
If not a sin?
What is a smile?
If not feelings hidden...

Tears in between
Words mixed in as lies
Beauty indeed, never seen
In these curves, time flies

Complications and rough times
cheapened and weakened
Worst then pennies and dimes
Scars now deepened...

Worry inside
Love inside  too
Happy outside
Hypocrisy outside too...

Rocked and shocked
Feelings intertwined
Side to side aligned
Blocked and locked
Emotions unseen
Broken dreams
Days of teen
Years of ever-lasting sadness streams

Farewell, farewell...