A Destruction of Change


The filters that are placed over my image
Will be removed
The actions I take will occur, and never disturb my mood
The flesh that sags on my skeleton
Will no longer pick at my esteem
The words that flow from my mouth
Will no longe dance to any beat
For it messes up my groove
The actions made by the narrow minded
Will never again disturb my mood
If power be placed in these shaken hands placed of mine
No spirit of innocence would face a second of time
My soul is fresh, it glows pretty bright
It will no longer be wrapped up in your intoxicated ryhme
Change is a destruction of force in your hands a crime
A victory for I

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world
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