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A Moment Of Turret's

As a {double nick} �
Native borne New Yorker �
I can honestly say that I've earned �
The space for my Narrative �
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My deepest thoughts �
Are only Comparative to my true Peers �
My Indigenous �
My Italians �
Jamaicans �
Hattians �
Irish �
Russians �
Jewish �
Nigerians �
Etc...etc �
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90 percent �
Of what I have to really say �
I will never post �
Online �
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Why? �
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Because I understand �
That this place �
{ space } �
Is a hall of Mirrors �
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I was Birthed pre-Internet �
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My Real life �
Exists in Real Time �
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What we have here �
Is nothing but real to {reel} �
Interactions �
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Ad nauseum �
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Yes �
Imagination is Power �
And can be made �
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Tangible �
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But I will never trust �
Anyone I have not met face to face �
A true Interface �
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We cool til we ain't �
Is the Motto I live by �
Outside of �
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My Tribe �
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Everyone here came with �
Their own personal list of priorities �
As well they should
Have
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Poetry is a beautiful outlet �
And I am forever thankful for this lane of expression �
The multitude of experiences
And Kinship �
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But trust and believe �
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When I log off �
The Real Work will always be �
There waiting �
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Forever Unfinished �