Jan 14 • Share your Poems
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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