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If the walls around my mind could tell a lot, they’d tell a story of how I cry inside a lot, they’d tell of tears that hold pain from over the years, they’d tell of scars so deep they left fears, they’d tell of emotions hidden and so many regrets, they’d tell of times I loved and times I was left without a voice or a breath, they’d tell of times I tried my best only to be looked at like less, they’d tell of times as a young boy when I hated to be black, yeah you heard right, I hated to be that, they’d tell of dark nights when I almost didn’t make it back, they’d speak of troubled waters that went against my every step, they’d tell a tale that makes you wonder, how isn’t he dead yet, why hasn’t he given up, why hasn’t he snapped, they’d whisper stories of a lost soul as a matter of fact, they’d warn you that he’s a different kind of cat, nocturnal like a bat, moving in the shadows, trying to avoid the lights, they’d tell you of a man who found his way through all of that, and yes I’m proud to be BLACK