What you see is simply what your retina allows you to see when you glance and look; if you looked deeper and understood..you'd understand that the cover doesn't determine the nature of the book.
My writings are made of more than alphabets and rhymes; being hyperbolic and stating that fact more than a thousand times.But I'm more than that.My speech is not just a disturbance in the form of sound waves understood and interpritted by your Organs of Corti; I speak with a tongue that is gifted with powers reaching out to lil toddlers and adults starting life at forty.I'm more than that.I'm more than the recomended daily amount till its fatal; tearing apart prescriptions, toxic chemicals bringing life to a barbie doll.Exposing her of her flaws; Twisting her mind till she ends up pacing back n forth in the hall of the mental ward.But I'm more than that, or I might be just saying that..But I'm more, the full deal with the T&C's in capital print; revealing, no window tint.I'm more than what you think.Eyes red as I can't afford to miss anything with a blink; estimate how many scenes from blinks went down in the sink.Never to be seen; like it was all a dream.But I'm the real thing.I'm more than a second option as after me, there's no going back.I'm more than a racially abused man of colour..I'm actually proud to be black.I'm more.I'm more than being treated less, I must confess..I only deserve the best.
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2b2b2 says: Brilliant Mantra and Anthem....thanks for sharing! ONE |
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Number3 says: thanx 2b2b2 Word Up |
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