Crack of Dawn

There are days
I feel Blessed
There are nights       
I do not
I’m not stressed
Or depressed
I just don’t know the plot
The night lurks my thoughts
The day calls The shots
I pray I get caught
The bones as they rot
I fell up in the melanin
Wolf in the pack
Separated by intelligence
Still grasping ignorance
Really not that arrogant
I just know who’s
Heaven sent, never
The embarrassments






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