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Dec 2014
I'm supposed to nod my head, agree, and laugh
But not today
Not under these lights
Not under these glares
Not under this sky
Not under these clouds,

I'm never nodding to you again
I'm going' to lift my chin high,
Pick my shoulders up,
Clench my teeth
And stare back at you-

You never judged me for who I was
Jamais looked at me for what I did
Always glanced at me for what I couldn't control
For how blue the sky was today
For how bad your rhymes were yesterday

Well there,
I spat in your face,
Where's that machismo now, eh?
Ezra
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Ezra  New York City
(New York City)   
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   Weeping willow, Styles and GracefulWords
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