I have written poem of poem of life of life with no reprieve
from either
These joints do not get any smaller until they do and these
mushrooms keep getting wilder as I go through them with the trouble ones I see
School never lets me breathe
Around absurdity most of all
Vain comes second closely tied with a train of vanity drying
up the walls of creativity
Dreams
Hope things
Am I not a man?
When puberty stifled boys and girls try to instill in
knowledge in me
The bias from dirt to a tree
To think one only comes from thee
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