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Most of my poems are cries
Cries for freedom from pain
Releasers of my feelings
On a page there’s a world where I can speak
There is no ceiling
In the eyes of the president, I’m a fucking rapist
In the eyes of the president, I don’t work for shit
In the eyes of the president, I’m a drug user
My people, my race, my heritage.
I am a rapist. I am a drug addict. I am good for nothing alcoholic
That is how one person labeled all of my people.
My ancestors.
This is to my boys,
The ones who call me shawdy
I’ll always remember you,
And one of my treasures you’ll be
Tats and goldchains,
Pants saggy and free.
Will always be a lesson
