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I am...
I walk alone on my path.
There I am, on my road again.
I walk in the valley of shadow,
My head is still up high,
My forehead touches the skies.
My mind is a million miles away.
You see me but I’m not here,
You touch me but I’m gone,
You whisper to my ear
And I don’t hear no more.
It’s just me,
It’s who I am.
I’m not a saint.
I’m not a sinner.
I’m not your beauty
Nor your prize.
I’m not evil,
I’m not good,
I’m not black,
White is not my color.
In your eyes,
I'm as marble,
But I’m fluid like the wine.
I love with crunching teeth,
I hate with a beating heart,
I fuck you with a corroded lust.
I caress you with my soul,
I am red,
I am blood,
I am flesh,
I am just alive...
There I am, on my road again.
I walk in the valley of shadow,
My head is still up high,
My forehead touches the skies.
My mind is a million miles away.
You see me but I’m not here,
You touch me but I’m gone,
You whisper to my ear
And I don’t hear no more.
It’s just me,
It’s who I am.
I’m not a saint.
I’m not a sinner.
I’m not your beauty
Nor your prize.
I’m not evil,
I’m not good,
I’m not black,
White is not my color.
In your eyes,
I'm as marble,
But I’m fluid like the wine.
I love with crunching teeth,
I hate with a beating heart,
I fuck you with a corroded lust.
I caress you with my soul,
I am red,
I am blood,
I am flesh,
I am just alive...
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