I love it when they play me for a fool
two identities one mask one blue
one long overdue and one true for jewels
leaves shared for diamonds unpolished
revealing pearls inside
they stole the stage
my vantage point
and my vision
to make it theirs
but that could never happen
so I remained silent until
the time was right
it seems like now
to let slick talking
snake oil salesman and charlatans
know their platitudes are not original
they were stolen from me long ago
so I’m back to overthrow what I used to know
that which was grossly outdated
salaciously ill fated
now graciously updated
for those who understand
when language is coded
in dreams deferred
defending those strong willed
who slur our words
with barbarous overtones
to let those amassing power know
true strength is forged within
to be spoken for a few
because in the dark my circle is small
as light permeates these walls for all.
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