Intellectual Introvert
The golden of the fallen
I see ancestral tombs tossin’
from slavery shame,
Cultural norms burning on
western flames,
Rappers wraping their souls
with a fabric of fame,while
females take naked steps
for a paper of dime
I’m walking on a shameful 
time frame Intellectual Introvert
be my name since life without
reasoning is bias.
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Children dressing in gowns of poverty,
Youths unconsciously gazing at the
face of unemployment with a frown, 
Parents stressing stress to stress
about them not being able to sustain
their chores.
From my point of view.
I see political pawns zipping the masses
on a pile of empty promises,
Churches eating from fat purses,by selling
my people blunt faith packages.
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Reality is unreasonable to the weak
We fall asleep to the truth,and wake
beside a dragon’s tail
To retreat takes a seed to sprout,
but to go on a happy path requires
tears that waters our doubts to 
yield unfruitful results
But it’s fine,  INTELLECTUAL INTROVERT
be my name because life in poetry
is just  one perfect story I cherish