ft.lauderdale, fl, United States
Spoken Word Poem,
P.O.W I 'm a soldier, but I' m a prisoner of warfare. A cellmate to my own decision , because I need permission to fight with precision. How can I have my own agenda? If I cant brighten my vision, thats means I 'm a slave to submission. I got to conquer this picture, then embrace my position as a rebel on a mission. And, there is a purpose for my resistance, cause my Instinct gave me a lecture on defeat. I f I 'm not following to lead, thats means I'm following defeat. I open my eyes so, a brother three eyes could see. I capture so much propaganda in the AMERICA dream. A member of what, a citizen of who? Keep them damn titles a AFRICA brother is embracing his roots.