Posts
My parents
They don’t understand
Like the ignorance of racism
They criticize
Not realizing this is who I am
Regardless of who they wish I was
I leave them
As confused as a writer
With a piece of carpet
So what, you think
That I am just like everyone else you see?
You’re wrong
You are but a blind man in the desert
Wandering aimlessly
Your knowledge, as incomplete as his
You are no Atlajala
You don’t know me
Articulate advisors
Advertise the age to come
But what I see is chaos
Chaos consuming and controlling society
You know nothing about me
(Stay in tune for the FULL version, as well as a RECORDING of the performance)
- Francis Frustration
No comments:
Post a Comment