as I try
to empty myself
yeah every single breath
must move to the left
no not death
just expressing myself
yeah sharing some life lessons
and stressing over some unseen blessings
yeah sharing some dreams
I still have to scream at
but I will not take back facts
or my feelings
yeah because
dealings make diamonds
and diamonds make rhymings
yeah poetry has become my push
like the burning bush
was for Mosses
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