
- I’m a Noun But at times I tend to be A Linking verb, comparing me To the unknown fact of Another soul, Because Of the deep color Of my skin, I’m Either a robber, a kidnapper, Thug or a Drug Dealer. assaulting my intelligence’s Where does this stereotyping Draw the line. Because I have became some type of atmosphere to the world Like I’m not even standing In the room. I’m human, but I never said I was perfect nor better Then anyone else, I’m blood As well as flesh, I tend to Tired, I tend to cry because I’m emotional. But I guess the one’s that Say this and that, I call them perpetrator Because they are not who They say They are, but instead All the respect is toward Them, why I don’t know I’m not saying I’m the Realest because any one's that are Human are bound to Make mistake and sin.. But if this ain’t the realest Note I every wrote.. then I don't know what is.. “ I’m laughed at because I’m different, but I laugh because y’all all the same”
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