By Arcassin Burnham

Helen Keller to your noise,
Don't even want to hear your voice,
Its the continuation of bunch of fake smiles,
Don't care about you car or how many miles,
Cause one day everything you have that flaunt in front of me will all be taken away,
I will not be the statistic of a black man with flashing things,
Gold chains and diamond rings is what slavery brings,
Its not a thing when were feeling the same,
Its not a game  , different kind of shame,
You're ******* blind , brains turned to mesh,
Partly why I always sing a different tune than all these
other songs going different ways other than the ways they always go wrong on,
Till this day I am still laughed at by my anxiety,
But it's going to take a lot more than laughter to get silenced,
I have let go all my transgressions and bad memories.


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