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This isn't Rome I'm standing still because of statutes Stone grill: I a carved marble statue not a muscle dares, Near frozen by the fear, let it go I hear over shoulder: perfect pass if I get shot over a penalty Is it clear? my arms are arms? a load chopper; in his shades, do those aviators make me even darker? (if I studied aviation I could take off I can hover, I can…) Wait. he's moving closer, every hair strand an antenna, I can feel him, The smell of disdain on his glare, stained blood on his hands, another brother, my brother Guiltier with every pace so --  show your hands, foot mixed with concrete I take this order serious, my motions are motive and mistaken for resist, Wait. Is it his stare or am I ****** (Why did I decide to go my friends wouldn't believe this…) limitations to the thoughts; am I arrested or caught? I'm cold on the surface, Erode so slow is my sediment evidence, A blue god so I'm pacified, I'm hesitant, he calls and I say that I'm innocent, I'm witnessing the transitioning from eruption to ocean -- volcanic Blue Medusa, can you only sculpt destruction? (I'm not 3 dimensional, I'm real and I matter, I'm real and I matter) I'm real, But I shatter, Gravel if determined that I'm rude so I can't breath, Gravel if My license plate removed I don't leave, I don't speak, I don't flee, I'm not free, I believe, That this happen to my mothers, mother mothers' brother, Brother from another was granite and granted he's valuable but only in a home -- of course I'm quartz in the making A corpse still shaking Cause a wallet was mistaken Or I.D. was misplaced So, I'm on the rocks since the bar says that I'm a criminal, velvet rope divider marks my life and a vigil, a wake, or a hashtag, you choose, glass house, Cold Stone’s, rocky road, Medusa licks his finger tips same finger which petrified me in the first place, Reminded I'm in Rome as I'm standing there motionless a statue for display or a trophy for the kitchen, this art is not for sale there will be no shipping, With solidarity through our solidification, It won't matter if I look back, I Matter and I’m Black.
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
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Blue Medusa
This isn't Rome I'm standing still because of statutes Stone grill: I a carved marble statue not a muscle dares, Near frozen by the fear, let it go I hear over shoulder: perfect pass if I get shot over a penalty Is it clear? my arms are arms? a load chopper; in his shades, do those aviators make me even darker? (if I studied aviation I could take off I can hover, I can…) Wait. he's moving closer, every hair strand an antenna, I can feel him, The smell of disdain on his glare, stained blood on his hands, another brother, my brother Guiltier with every pace so --  show your hands, foot mixed with concrete I take this order serious, my motions are motive and mistaken for resist, Wait. Is it his stare or am I ****** (Why did I decide to go my friends wouldn't believe this…) limitations to the thoughts; am I arrested or caught? I'm cold on the surface, Erode so slow is my sediment evidence, A blue god so I'm pacified, I'm hesitant, he calls and I say that I'm innocent, I'm witnessing the transitioning from eruption to ocean -- volcanic Blue Medusa, can you only sculpt destruction? (I'm not 3 dimensional, I'm real and I matter, I'm real and I matter) I'm real, But I shatter, Gravel if determined that I'm rude so I can't breath, Gravel if My license plate removed I don't leave, I don't speak, I don't flee, I'm not free, I believe, That this happen to my mothers, mother mothers' brother, Brother from another was granite and granted he's valuable but only in a home -- of course I'm quartz in the making A corpse still shaking Cause a wallet was mistaken Or I.D. was misplaced So, I'm on the rocks since the bar says that I'm a criminal, velvet rope divider marks my life and a vigil, a wake, or a hashtag, you choose, glass house, Cold Stone’s, rocky road, Medusa licks his finger tips same finger which petrified me in the first place, Reminded I'm in Rome as I'm standing there motionless a statue for display or a trophy for the kitchen, this art is not for sale there will be no shipping, With solidarity through our solidification, It won't matter if I look back, I Matter and I’m Black.
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