This isn't a poem but a place I'd call home ,my shelter when I'm shredded by rain and when I'm alone.
Are you aware that you are rare? There isn't another specie that's like you in this atmosphere ,instead of peeping and copying other people's paintings focus on your own painting you don't know if you might create a master peace and unleash the definition of humility
Are you aware that you are rare?
Move with love not fear
Sit down and give your brother a chair
Never be at bottom of the face of thee earth "you anit a beard"
Are you aware that you are rare
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
This isn't a poem but a place I'd call home ,my shelter when I'm shredded by rain and when I'm alone.
Are you aware that you are rare? There isn't another specie that's like you in this atmosphere ,instead of peeping and copying other people's paintings focus on your own painting you don't know if you might create a master peace and unleash the definition of humility
Are you aware that you are rare?
Move with love not fear
Sit down and give your brother a chair
Never be at bottom of the face of thee earth "you anit a beard"
Are you aware that you are rare
The stuggle of being black
