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LET mE—>BEGIN
Let me Begin
And you have enough time before this poem ENDS
To go tell a friend
I’ll send and start a trend
A beautiful blend metaphors with a grin
How do you win without creating SIN?
Asking a next of kin
Who happens to have black skin
Struggle is real it doesn’t conceal it feels
Pain,Shame,blame with no effort it will stay the SAME
In the game spoken like a name
Whispers dancing sipping on GIN
Echoing through the head of a man made of tin
Know better time to
LET mE —>BEGIN <—sUN*LiTeTHEpoet
And you have enough time before this poem ENDS
To go tell a friend
I’ll send and start a trend
A beautiful blend metaphors with a grin
How do you win without creating SIN?
Asking a next of kin
Who happens to have black skin
Struggle is real it doesn’t conceal it feels
Pain,Shame,blame with no effort it will stay the SAME
In the game spoken like a name
Whispers dancing sipping on GIN
Echoing through the head of a man made of tin
Know better time to
LET mE —>BEGIN <—sUN*LiTeTHEpoet
Published 21st Feb 2019
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