Controlled by colors and schemes
A canvas of wet dreams
Seduced by vibrant emotions of words
Taken by the hand in a rough sketch of what is real
Fantasy ruins my essence of truth
And I am gifted with a world filled dance and laughter
Written sorrows and joys, I see now
Madness like no other
I am burdened by this lack of science
But the intelligent design within my heart
Is connected to the artistic intricacy of slavery
I bind myself to
A schematic of labor
An expression of lyrical submission
A pad love combination
A symbiotic cerebral contusion
Of emotions, happiness, love, sorrow and strife
I cannot deny
But the day I learn to hone these skills
To take them and mold them into my own
I will revolt against this dominance and take back my heart.
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