I shed my blood across the stars and moon
For the dark is my own light and I hope it sticks with me eventually when I take flight
‘Cause the pain and shame is getting to new heights,
My body is Ali but my mind and soul don’t want to stay and fight
It’s funny I used to enjoy being the man with all the likes
Now I account
Now I pay the price
II
Conflict of my soul
For my tears are my ink.
And my soul is the script
Now you know why I don’t weep
‘Cause my tears are precious to the earth,like sound to the deaf
I wonder why does society give
I mean why does society take
Is life a bad director?
Is that some sort of missed take?
I’m baring my thoughts praying for His force
But at this point I will need more faith than the poor
For I lost my way
I’m used to the pain
Such a shame
Means I’ve lost all hope
So save me if you can
Save me but don’t be American…Means don’t do more than necessary for you are only
God’s emissary.
By Il Faraone
Habeeb aka Il Faraone is a 500 level, lightskinned nerd and writer who is definitely deeper than a dimple as is proved by his write-ups like the one above. Feel free to Enjoy
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