Everyone

I was not born with name

My hand writes poem without theme

A novel without a tittle

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No accounting for taste.

What you dislike

and called a waste

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The whole wideworld is very wide,

to contain my can and your container.

So why fighting with frown face?

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You shoot me those looks

I can't seem to break free from

I am chained and locked

To your dark round bullets

Word RAM you verse on the worses turf

You excelled cause your CURSED X ed out your birth ,maxed out your worth now your empty and hurt no explanation for you on this cold earth

And now your existenc

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There once was a fulani man,

whose cow was in society ban'.

He bought for't a book

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I am destruction, I bring nothing but bad. I only hurt those who try to calm my raging flames down. I scream for help but my words become muffled in my own anger. I don't try to hurt but it's all I wa

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These thieves on to my weather letter playing my tune with caution cause there not the author

And what to you to sit on moons I know the words I use and play is endless but your on the wrong side of

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The cold stare at the shadowy presence thru wooded forest where there is no exit holding on to holy methods was my only protection from these dark weapons.

That prey on lives to many while I'm carri

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I am a fire

My flames spread

They lash out at the people who help me most

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