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Is I not what you expected?
Uneducated…misunderstood to the world?
Or rather you?
Is I not able t be befriended, or called upon to assist in your need for acceptance…
Cared for or even loved without being harshly accused of being someone I is not.
I is not as educated as you are they.
My teaches has come from here and there…aged with wisdom.
Weathered and torn…pieced together into an abstract portrait of my own personal reality.
Is I not like you all?
Do I stand apart from the “New World?â€
Lost in time, long forgotten about…buried into the sand…that you now walk upon.
My words touch your soul just like the wind rushes into your lungs.
I leave questions to ponder within your thoughts as I weave a world of understanding.
With my words alone I am able to reach through the screen and rewire your brain…disrupt your train of thought and carry you into my world of understanding.
I am educated yet I is still not.
Does it really matter how I put it?
Do you understand what I am saying?
Is I not what you expected?
To be expected is like already knowing what the outcome of a story will be.
You do not know which direction I will come from.
You don’t even know where, when and if the stories will end.
I Is, I am, and I can only be just one person…. one being…one soul…one energy.
Unduplicated…unrested…untraditional.
Always unique…
I is….I am…I is…I am…
Just simply…and will always be…a wise…black…man.
