Deshawn

Deshawn arrived on This plane on June 27 close to the moon.
Doctors classified him with cerebral palsy physicians called him a miracle baby holy c knew he was a gladiator
He had a stroke and almost transition but
His God knew it was a false alarm detection
Under invisible armor protection
Deshawn wasnt abapted to thee flesh yet
This being had no worries about love
Spats or getting wet
He a perfect aura straight like that
He didn't even feel regrets in his toddler state
Deshawn Deshawn Deshawn

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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