that poet i want to be

I know i am not a handsome man
but in a way I don’t give a damn
I roll through the day even if I don’t understand
I know there are people that are better than I can
then again I just don’t feel the same
I’m one of a kind and I’ve got my own name
in my head I got an open frame
this game aint no good without no aim
then again I don’t care of the fame
standing in the rain but then again who’s to blame
hell I aint a burnt flame I feel no pain
I live in a world with pain and hunger
amongst old and young, even those who are scared of thunder
it’s a shame but then again its reality
getting judged by sexuality kids showing no hospitality
people hating, hating homosexuality
people have reasons of hate
but their minds have closed frames, closed gates
they think they know your fate
and decide what’s on your dinner plate
the colored inmate has his fate
for life his in those estates not getting any date
heavy kids watching their weight
who knows what awaits
a new door leads to other doors
clean and dirty doors on different floors
live life till end just don’t make bad for another
cause we feel for each other
life might just come once
I’m not the most handsome man
but then I’m still a man who can
that’s how I understand
and I do give a damn

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