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Maybe I.

Maybe I am a little scorned,

Because you forgot the day I was born,

It was the last leaf before the thorn,

And even still, I do not conform,

To these thoughts that see you in red,

Hoping that projection of you is dead.

Maybe it was the nights I was left on read,

You have no idea what that shit did to my head,

Your message was delivered clearly through everything you never said,

But go ahead and do you.

Through your lack of action,

Firmer to my ground I remain; glue,

Understanding for all weโ€™ve transformed through,

But donโ€™t get it twisted Iโ€™m still blew, boo.

That, on the wave of temptation you flew,

Thirst of the ego magically grew,

In place of shallow satisfaction, while I suffered in silence; through.

Today, well tonight,

I embrace the new difference in this same ole game,

Some cycles of the shift are not to change,

I am no victim,

No one is to blame,

I conquer all obstacles on my path,

I have proven my brave.

But the same,

I am not,

Who I am, I temporarily forgot,

But now, at this moment, I remember!

As of 2020, December,

I am the only contender,

Faster than a sprinter,

Cold but sweeter than bitter,

To only Beloved I surrender,

Only my truth I expose and deliver.

No longer left out in the cold,

I ditched the shiver,

Carrying my legacy to Beloved,

Front and center,

Because I deserve Moore,

I dominate any submitter,

I remain gracefully aligned,

Aware that I am the winner.

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