I swear by you,
But on you
This isn't my thing.
Why do you
Like to
Give me everything ?
Maybe, I don't want to be king .
But give me insanity,
No gravity.
I think I'm feeling it now .
Maybe, I want the crown.
Throw me a bone,
Or a stone,
I'll hold it close to my heart.
It'll never be apart
From me,
Until you take it then what's it gon' be?
My own personal conspiracy?
No sympathy?
Say you love me, by tomorrow you're not into me.
But I'm not that clueless,
Brutus,
You can have the crown
I think I'm over it now.
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Dreaming Black Boy; an autobiography
PoetryIn which a millennial black boy discovers the power of his thoughts and the impact of a pen. The consequences thereafter are devastating. A collection of shitty poems and real life experiences narrated from the perspective of a charcoal dreamer.
