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Nov 2013
Feels like...
I'm the black dot
Amongst the white
Feels like...
I'm the only dull star
Shining at night
Feels like...
People can't see me
When their get into contact with my presence
They just lose sight
It also feels like...
I'm in a glass at the museum
And people are watching me

They say I'm unique
They say I'm exclusive
Like the clothes at a boutique
But I
Don't have that kind of mindset
I'm different
And all I think about
Is how am I going to stand out

Its like my mind
Is a magnet that attracts critics
Then it passes it to the heart
From the hert to the body
Making me numb
As a whole

Acting like I don't care
But my ears are wide open
Er drum taking all those vocal vibrations
Sending them to the mind,body and soul
Exactly in that order

But hey
This is life
Lord knows why he made me like this
Mybe I'll be something big
But at the moment
I need to dig
Chuma Komani
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Chuma Komani
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