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“My mind carries a pain My skin bears a voice I’m mad and it shows It’s black in my soul I’m bad, I’m insane I’m mad and it grows Black man with some vocals – Black man with no arms, Black man yes, the pain is mine, and it eats me Black man and there’s black in my thoughts, So I keep screaming Black man with heavy dreams that haunt him: An ambition in the winter, Flower never grow, for my seed cannot afford Friction in the air when I’m bitter Pay fee for my visions to come into sight, capitalism Terrors caged in my intuition, neo-colonialist inhibitions Give men races, take away our faces, branding Culture punctured or am I just Insaniod? **** the stereotype? I try, but the Earth is stereohyped Blame my senses? I can’t. Too many cents owed me – Nonsense.”
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Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 6:45 PM UTC
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“My mind carries a pain My skin bears a voice I’m mad and it shows It’s black in my soul I’m bad, I’m insane I’m mad and it grows Black man with some vocals – Black man with no arms, Black man yes, the pain is mine, and it eats me Black man and there’s black in my thoughts, So I keep screaming Black man with heavy dreams that haunt him: An ambition in the winter, Flower never grow, for my seed cannot afford Friction in the air when I’m bitter Pay fee for my visions to come into sight, capitalism Terrors caged in my intuition, neo-colonialist inhibitions Give men races, take away our faces, branding Culture punctured or am I just Insaniod? **** the stereotype? I try, but the Earth is stereohyped Blame my senses? I can’t. Too many cents owed me – Nonsense.”
Tales Of My Madness
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WordSmith_Wiz
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WordSmith_Wiz
20/M/Harare, Zimbabwe
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 6:45 PM UTC
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