people · Poetry

Eyes on the Crown

Imagination on fire, started from the bottom of the bar just to raise it higher, pure power, I even get shocked at how my brainstorms shower, can’t worry about my last days because I’m in my last hour, making a blessing of every second, become infinite with every minute, raised to be a classic man from my entrance, ascending with a vengeance, insistent on being indignant to the insidious racist miscreant, my history is what my future won’t be, I have vision of the things you don’t see, I am what I hoped to be…KING


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