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No Place To Call Home Part 1
Isn't the world a complex puzzle?
when you cann't even solve the simple scribles man calls law
Like me in class being asked where im from
even though the british accent tumbling from my lips shatters their eardrums
My mothers clenching pain injects ink into the walls of skyscrapers
To push out moaning bones that harbour loud sirens
The sweat shaped diamonds off my mothers back blending in with sheets of white
White coats spin webs made like claws to steal me from her womb
They welcome me into their world with open arms but filtered lenses