A Poet's Shadow

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I search for a shadow to be my safe haven

I’m condemned to be a lawyer, a doctor, or maybe an engineer,

Filled with the hopes and dreams of my parents,

I spill blood over the paper because words are my safe haven,

Picking up the mic, so I can penetrate hearts with rhymes,

Cause lines were never meant to be heard by eyes,

So why do I got to lie and say I want to seat in an office chair,

And smile to my boss to pretend like I care,

I want to be free to follow my dreams,

And my flaws is what makes me perfect

So I don’t have to cover my scars with processed remarks

Of how great of a person I am  or of what I’m not

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