Exile Asylum
Exclusion was the straitjacket sewn into the seams of my genes, feedin’ me the scheme of inclusion through tubes of illusion
Learning through the lens of the lines I descend, I ascend into a higher sense of identity
Taught to be self-sufficient, I renounced the poisonous food and nurtured my soul with a different entity
The sensitivity within my spirit craved mystery, which sparked an insatiable thirst for knowledge
Palatable was my first true discovery of self, through which I gained power, experience and wisdom as my wealth
Stealthily navigating through the mirage of being included, I embraced the beauty of being excluded
Creativity and individuality were waiting on me
Showed me that I was destined for greatness and not belonging was my place blatantly
Erasing the writings on the wall, I paint with my blood the story of creating the best from the worst
I stand tall knowing that I was chosen for the path of breaking my generational curse
I was born to stand out, never to fit in
Which is exactly why I will not allow anything to sabotage my dream or inhibit my vision
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