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In this mental asylum
I am trying to remain sane,

So pen is
mighty than
the sword,
My Lord!
If it wasn’t
I would have
my faith restored
They opened
when I spoke
and I knocked
on the door,

racism is like a taboo
nobody speaks of it

why do I hold this pen
like a grudge

They say
I am a man of few words

They say
If you can’t see

All I need,
is one pen,

Knowledge is like
a well
dig deeper

I rose like red
from the fire

I am drawn
to you
like sketches

I am a prisoner
of words
done said

two words
one pen
few rhymes
can’t write
ask why
I lied

Life is not a destination
Its a journey

The purpose of all this struggle,
I find answers to all the questions I asked,

if I wasn’t a needle in a haystack,
if there was a rewind button

one way up
100 ways to come down

They say I am high off life,
But I never seem to levitate,

I can’t tell you to be happy
just tell about how
you can look past the negatives

Wisdom is relative,
but do i have to do the imperative,

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