Manic

July 14, 2011
By Nnyen Ekure BRONZE, Columbia, South Carolina
Nnyen Ekure BRONZE, Columbia, South Carolina
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I am the manic.
Spit on me,
Slap me,
With those words
or with those hands.
On whom shall i rely?
I am the foreigner
Disabled spirit
I have little left;
Disarm me.
The renounced black sheep.
My discourse unheard,
to you,
A clamor of words
I leave you now.
Never seen.
Never heard.
Nevermore.


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