I am that
among the Black sheeps I've been
Classified like those of my block , a fiend
but of knowledge,wisdom that literature provide
first time I read langston
I knew then what I now understand
my discrete route had to be Chosen
to live a path that no one like me has ever lived
grow faster than others of my peers
obstacles alike ,family estrange ,same nightmares,disparate Dreams
still rather look for my stripes ,stuck in the color orange
I woke up with a dream to not adapt externally those of my environment
to seek ,think,do ,write ,and shape change
I have done some of the same,simply faded stripes
like the white tiger ,I truly reflect under reflected light
display on a Scratchboard ,I am abstract art
My difference may scare most into genetic confusion
mid tone and crossed eyed siberian
I am cheytan in 1992 rather than death I was birthed into a leader
Motivation,difference ,I am Change of my nation
