Dope is my mind....by Me.
My brain sinks in a drain full of jammed thoughts
My imagination went cold until my mind coughed not
Dreams went silent, unconsciousness talked a lot
My stretched ideas were cropped inside a psychosomatic knot
All visions i had were chained and locked
All cerebral poetry pieces were ripped off
All sober mind pieces sounded liked a genius drugged with a crack rock
My glassy fragile intelligence was dropped into a brainwashed floor
A floor filled with Negro flock which is psychologically blocked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem