by Jade

there is a storm brewing inside of me
it will take me to my grave
i am socially dead like patterson wrote of the slaves
i am a poisonous thought in a venomous brain
    confused misunderstood dil ap i dated jade
i am filled with havoc disillusion and constraint
it reaks in here of hate anger and paint
the paint the world uses to create fake satisfaction happiness and joy 
So i sit and hope one day i will wake from this   coldness...  
the world supplied me with no paint. 
im stuck in an unacquainted world 
that feels none of my pain

im young black and educated
they ignore me
But soon i will make it rain.

Sociallydead by Jade

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