Took a long trip to america
Just to see the greatest moment of
all the gods gathering here
and maybe find my lost piece of seashell
Internship in New York City
makes me back to my last summer's story
The field in nowhere
Turns out appeared in somewhere in Kansas
They plow for me
when I'm doing Bjork at my Rapeseed field
but doesn't make me feel a difference
I pick up the Swisher sweet on the ground
and go ahead
People look at me to cross
showing the intention of dragging me down their
Rocky mountain
Blurted me but no words
Sion and there's a cert and 500$ left on the ground
I wanna say but he has gone
A glance but i heard something loud
I don't have a big man behind the scene
who does experiment and making sound
I believe that the Black dream will soon sew with my Grenadine
Lenny and Doreen is waltzing and that's a part of their sin
even me, i have seen
Their fragrance makes me to deceive
The blackbird who gets all your message
will eventually become the black crystal that the a man
in the Hotel Barbizon will take it
The monsoon who blow all the fires to wilted
will eventually be deluded to your illusion of your resemblance
If you think that you're you
I can give you as a bequeath
but will you be here
will you be you again?
I'm a real poet that makes good poem
I'm a musician that makes you fall into the snare
I'm a storyteller that tells you my story
and make you cry
The Lousiana farm screaming in the spree
The Kansas alarm rings up upon the stairs
The only thing that's wrong is I have plethora delusions
and the fact that I'm not a real american
I wanna be with you the roosevelt
can you hold me tight the cherry tree
Could you sweeten me my clementine
so that i can whirl and see that meteor that only shines for me
I'm a real poet
Just leave my manuscript out when you try to put me under the alcove if you see me
Perhaps you think that i don't see my own self
Perhaps you think that I'm not the one who see the clearest
Perhaps You think that I'm not the one who should stay here
Perhaps we're not here anymore
Perhaps we become the gallent one who hovers in my thoughts and still be the only one who is present as always
Maybe that's my karma to be a non-white woman
even i can't say it straight
(Veiling myself in the best)
maybe that's my karmic lineage
©yosemite14
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