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who am i;
it is me the one you long to admire, the person you'd love to bring home to momma the brother that embodies everything you've ever imagined, the correct answers to all your hidden questions the perfect gestures wither calm or under pressure; your heart i treasure, under the cover you stimulate my pleasure, but sometimes what u say don't measure to the standard of my prism; vision i witness is divine and given to those that don't lack faith but dwell in the wisdom and grace of the light that shines through the darkness; i attempt to be what i assume u expect me to be, when who i am is really what i pray you could overstand and see but descriptions of my internal pain makes it hard to explain the stains on blood on my window panes it's me that intrigues your dreams it is i that subsides your tearless crys cuz all you know is what i televise surprised u r when the true me is exposed i wanted your love, but unscrupulously i had to indulge cuz righteousness is your only drug; you gave me your soul when sin was my only prescription to heal my forbidden redemption, apprehension had me all on the defensive, miscomprehension had me on a suicide mission impossible to envision when it's your soul on the descending opposition so i pretend to imprison anyone and anything that threatens my previsions to keep humanity on an upward ascension, to prisms beyond division where time is present, the past is irrelevant, and the future is eternal blessings; but i am who i am and the flag of the fraudulent remains stained, tatted, branded, however, most civilians refuse to overstand it the process of elimination, the affirmations of retributional actions withstanding documentation in an Indian genocidal nation where race relations consist of fragmented babies, as beautiful as roses united with pink daisy's grazing on pastures, surviving tsunami's and other shaky disasters, born again bastard, but train all day preparing for whatever kind of natural disaster threatens my neutron reactors this is i, no disguise, but willing to learn and grow to heighten my mental, physical, and spiritual rise... Vote for this poem
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