Testimony

Testimony long poem

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I write from the soul
Yeah I am the corner stone
They disowned
A lion with an elephant’s heart, so
misunderstood
Whatever pain life brought I withstood
So I am dressed up looking real photogenic
It’s not schizophrenic
I am authentic
Ooh’ baby
Or should I say lady
You should see the world through my eyes
As the blood on the curtains dries
Some think it’s dye
Roe through all the lies
To get the prize
Try and understand it’s turn by turn like bike
pedals
A lyrical rebel
Visions of Cain and Abel
Gold medals
On my neck, looking like a real Olympic hero
Feeling checks with plenty zeros
Its not my fault I feel like an elephant
And think my body is a bomb yeah ! grenades in
my pants
All I do is write ? right?
Just wait till the lights turn bright ! , alright
They will beg to be by my side
For a second at least they will call me an angel
Spread my wings cause you take me high
Going through my city
Makes me feel like am in the city of angels and
blessed beasts
Can you hear them calling
It’s appalling
But there is always some reason to feel not
good enough
No bluff but I am a photographer’s dream,
picture me now
Even my father’s happy now am a real carbon
copy now !
They huff and puff
But I swear they are not tough
They are going to make me get rough
And pull out the stuff
And play Rambo with the ammo
Jehovah’s my witness
One on one it’s physical fitness!
I felt my way through the darkness trying to
find happiness
But I didn’t know I was lost
I knew the cost so I payed and prayed
Yet I couldn’t cross
and am like no way
I got played
I didn’t even get layed
I don’t back down
They wanted a throw down
I gave them a show down
They are now in the background
It’s true they will no longer be seen on the
playground.
The city raised me crazy
And dressed me with bravery
The pity of being a black child , it’s slavery
The worst success story
But I was in it for the glory anyway
I will show you the way as long
As you don’t walk with a sway
Because the world is gray
So don’t stray just stay
keep doing it, they tell me
Keep reviewing
Renewing
Pursuing your dreams
You know one day my name
Would be called with screams but even with
fame
I’ll remain the same
Cause am in it for the
love of the game
The dames and the change
What do you know
I am a big player who needs
nobody to validate
Check the certificate
Sensitive issues
Somebody pass me the tissue
What have I done?
Ask the law , my ak 47 weighs a tonne
But to ones living life with no options , this is a
testimony
It wasn’t a home run
Neither was it tonnes of fun
So here’s my testimonial
My life is now ceremonial.

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I am an easy going person who loves poetry and music,love making new friends and experiencing different cultures and I respect people's decisions and emotions as long as they respect mine am an african and i believe everything i can,i am yearning,learning and earning knowledge in search of peace and wisdom and when i write is when i feel alright.This poems and pages are dedicated to my family, friends, and anyone that appreciates life's joys. I hope these pages make you smile, reminisce, and perhaps shed a tear.
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