I once had been told to fear ignorance.
And not accept its appearance,
Wherever it was I went.
And not knowing why,
That message intended was to me mentioned...
With a doing I received to give it attention,
Everyday I began to recognize with widened eyes...
What that message to me sent meant.
However...
Not in the message had it been revealed,
How would I go about ignoring...
That which has been accepted with so much appeal?
And 'if' ignorance is accepted with such reverence,
Would it be to my benefit if I was suspected...
To not give respect to what is overwhelmingly worshipped.
So...
Whever I go these days,
I make sure I wear a hat and sunglasses...
In the hopes I am not showing any intelligence,
To threaten anyone suspicious...
I am using my mind to think independently.
'You look stupid dressed like that.
But it's dope, fresh and sick! '
Thank you, so much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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