The DefinitionA Poem by MikeDnotFromBeastie
Paradox
In a box Wrapped in skin Dark knot locks It talks When you don't want to listen It feels When you are the numbest It hears When your speech drips with fear It knows When you hate There's something our culture misunderstands deeply Whether we are less or more Mirrors will ask questions The blackest metal Came from the darkest place imaginable I'm the lucky one To juggle minorities Is birthright American reggae does not exist
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