HymnAgen
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CATEGORY
just different
F*ck your forms.
F*ck your norms,
and f*ck you.
F*ck being culturally
accessible to you
before my creative vision
is considered artistic
in your opinion.
F*ck your limitations
on creation.
F*ck your views that reduce
pure artistry to a vocation.
You don’t appreciate
what you do not control.
Cannot appreciate
what you cannot define.
Disregard expressions
needing only a soul
to be seen by the heart.
You are blind.
-HymnAgen
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COMMENTS
after vision says: amen, my poet. no one outside of us can control us |
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RonnieL says: FACTS!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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hymnagen says: Salute, brothas and thanks! |
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