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False Society
[i][b]They call it a place of teaching.
A place of learning.
A place where one can express himself.
Well I call it the devils playground.
You see, I cant express myself in this place.
Seeing myself as a prisoner in this man-made
systemnatic place.
Holding me down, controlling my mind.
I might aswell be looked up in a prisoncell -
shipped away to the cold and heartless space.
Wondering when somebody gonna notice the tears
running down my face.
A society of individuality, - is what they call
it.
But when i want to represent myself as me, they
label me crazy. Matter of fact, they label me as
a menace to the society.
But when being opressed, they call it free(dom).
Why?
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This poetry is about a young dark muslim and the
challenges he face everyday.[/b]
[/i]
A place of learning.
A place where one can express himself.
Well I call it the devils playground.
You see, I cant express myself in this place.
Seeing myself as a prisoner in this man-made
systemnatic place.
Holding me down, controlling my mind.
I might aswell be looked up in a prisoncell -
shipped away to the cold and heartless space.
Wondering when somebody gonna notice the tears
running down my face.
A society of individuality, - is what they call
it.
But when i want to represent myself as me, they
label me crazy. Matter of fact, they label me as
a menace to the society.
But when being opressed, they call it free(dom).
Why?
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This poetry is about a young dark muslim and the
challenges he face everyday.[/b]
[/i]
Published 21st Feb 2012
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