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He’s got fast paced lies,
yes the kind that could live .
He’s got fashion made of splintered shawls
through unspeakable cloth.
His poems are such mind enhancers
i hear him every moonlit night
and look how they flock to him,
they'll all hide oh yeah . . .
silent, silent, silent mouths embrace there ear's.
Brains all enhanced brave from fears
let me, let me hide cause I can never sleep with this feeling that I’m alone to his words, I will not hear, I will not belong to his group.
Swallowing on cliff edges
they'll all die.
girls with all purpose lives,
boys with all rebellious eyes
an olive with an all seeing red eye.
birds with no wing's falling far,
cause this moonlit night they try to reach the big beautiful star.
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Robert Dodginghorse
well this poem is about my people in time of turbulence and in the time to become a leader in a emotional war between Mecca and identity.
assimilation is my biggest fear of my people this poem is an outreach to tell them they have a belonging in their culture,a belonging in their people.
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