Could I close my eyes?
Just pretend I'm blind
Would you tell me lies?
Just pretend it's fine
Because I don't want to know
It's the life we live
Tell me that you'll go
There's nothing left to give
My mouth is numb
Or is it?
You call me dumb
Yet you sit.
They suppress your words
What did you expect?
But we fly like birds
And in retrospect
It isn't freedom of speech
Or the land of the free
Take a walk down the beach
And pretend to be me
Just pretend to be me...
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The Concrete Rose: A Collection of Poems
PoetryThe Concrete Rose They ask me "What is it like to live in the hood?" But I know better than to say anything Instead I point at the rose that grows In the concrete And it is a window into the future A life without pain Without asking myself will I s...
