Foreign skin, a pure pedigree
Brown with a little bit of light skin
the rest of me disagrees.. I'm like
A cross breed between a Taino Indian and a conquistador
cause the crazy warrior is still in me,
Can’t open the door.
Don’t wake it up. A lion in its den
I’m flying with this pen
The sky is graceful but I’m shining like a gem.
You hear the roar!!
Im no lonzo ball but you see the score!
So sick with it, nothing to play with I’m something you can’t ignore cow lick, red ears, trying to stay slick
With nose freckles,
A simple Puerto rock with a taped frame and some white spectacles.
I stand out.
You’ll never see me in the corner with a brown sign colored with black marker asking for a hand out.
My pride's big, the egos lurking.
I stay on my grind, putting in time, you see me working.
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Jus Ness
Content creator of non bio degradable literature. Made for your insatiable mind to capture and digest. In other words it’s food for thought you do the dishes.
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