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Time frozen
Stuck in motion
Boat sails in the middle of the ocean
Fishing up truthful potions
On land is so much commotion
I love it here I'm floating
Rehearsing lines of my poetry
Laughing to myself I once was hopeless
God showed me the open waters
To pour out my thoughts
This was free
it wasn't bought
brought them with me to the party
I was self taught
lit all of my candles because it was once dark
I couldn't see
and that I couldn't accept
mustered up the courage to finally express
and strive to be one of the best
learned how to hold an audience with eloquent finesse
I was good at storytelling so I just mastered my craft
Gift of Gab
Gift of Jabs
12 rounds of poetic flurries
In the end I raise my hands
Fan of intellect
With the like minded I connect
Black sheep of the family
I was always in the back
They hated my lack of being attached
had to defend myself
I was the blessed reject
Blessed with a mind that goes 500 trillion centuries back
Now you know that's Black
No form of technology of could ever hack
something that God kept intact
Always been attacked
For just being different
Didn't follow the crowd they were being led to the slaughter
I went the other way, to find and drink of pure water.
Qadar Dwon'
