I’d vow to thee, to sit down and learn as most I can

Even though the learning that I do

Equates to y = mx + b. Why, equals, am I mixing 2 letters plus b to make

A list of consecutive letters

To that I vow to thee, to live a life of longevity

Even though the longevity of my race and gender

Gets shorter and shorter as the days go

on

Every second, I’m the youngest to ever be.

I vow to thee, my people inside the system

to break the automatic oppression

the souls of jazz may suffer from.

like a d-line to o-line,

I’ll get my men out the trenches

I vow thee, my world to make it a better place

Idealistically to make it entire, whole, and perfect

To reform the policies that lead to anguish

To lead the world to ascent

And to that I vow to thee, myself

To never fault, for the sins of the self

Even though the sins of others are

the fault of the self.

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2023, in a chlorified water.

A glitch blue hue taste bleachful.

A sea a baby can’t stand.

With a hue that blinds

The blue egg of thirst: say hello

2016 in a saltified water.

A dark blue-brown hue tasted… salty.

A sea one can not drink.

With a hue that makes a fish a home.

The blue egg of thirst: say hello

2011, once more in chlorine.

The puddle tasted bleachy.

The puddle tasted salty.

Like the first warning.

Don’t drink the water.

The blue egg of thirst: say hello

The beauty of sea and water.

Of salt or chlorine, ironically.

Both are the same water,

Because neither you can drink.

NaCL 

         NCL

The green eagle of breath says hello.

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I was born in 2007.

Born to a father I never knew.

To a mother who never bloomed.

With a sister who never knew.

With a grandparent, 5 feet under, 9 hours away.

In a great power, mentally stewed.

In streets of crack and cracks.

In a street of pain and blood.

In a city of malice and cash.

With a cut from a slash.

From a mother with a lash.

To my sister, self minded.

To my city, self-destructive

To my state, self-mundane

To my nation, self-insane

To my world, self-melancholic

I lived, a whirlpool.

I lived the maps of others.

I breathed someone’s signature.

I breathed others ‘ ideals.

I thought, no restraint.

I thought, with emotion

I stabbed, with relief

I stabbed, with liberation

I lost, what I’m owed

I lost, my own sanity

I love myself, I hate myself.

I love that I never wake up, I love the carelessness I have.

I hate my mother, I hate my father

I love my father, I love my mother.

I love for a quota, I hate for representation

Never I wish to live, anyway I lived.

traded from a continent of my race

I slashed, stashed, and dashed.

As a man, no care in sight.

My branding number: 11022007

I lived at home, my father afar.

I went to school, my life gone

I cried my eyes, my sister gone.

I went to bed, dead inside

I live in the streets, with ecstasy.

I had a smile, it fades away

I had a father, I have his blood.

I have a mother, A desk and chair

I have a sister, with the pearl gates.

I was left, a forsaken home.

No help in sight.

I fell to the ground.

No EMS in sight.

A maelstrom above.

No dinner in sight.

I see the gates.

No hell in sight.

Thank you for my food,

I’ll always love you mom,

goodnight.

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