Contempt…
My whiteness blemished by the tints of blue, green
and yellow; blood red and swift, drips, then dries, as I
lay in my bed of eternal lies. When you are angry, your
voice becomes a fist. While it is I who has no freedom,
it is you that stands in the fog of our world with
Pseudo intelligence and Pre-fabricated wisdom.
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