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How can I be more descriptive?
Should I explain that I'm in the classroom with a blank mind
confused staring at the fuse that I call an idea?
or should I say that I'm tired of these people getting too comfortable with me like my heart is a sofa for them to sit on
and that my soul is an automan where they can rest their feet
as I show defeat
Could I tell you that I'm almost free stylin' ,
writing the first thing that comes to me like a mastermind this pen won't leave this paper
It refuses to let me stop
Making my way to new heights
not fighting but killing them with silence and a smile
They back off for a little while
staring from a distance
hating, but I can see those yellow teeth plottin on the next way to knock me off this ladder of success.
