I! The past blinded clever,
swimming with heartless ones but originally born from heartful family.
Dancing behind hungry lions with no fear.
Black amongst whites.
The white ones tried to lighten my way,
I let wind of darkness blow it off,
I chose blindness over light.
I kept rolling my self with vicious snakes,
now they walk taller innocently,
I the black one walk guiltily like a lost puppy.
Hands after eyes before mind brings pain.
Misdone is no more,
Frequently it comes from mind.
May thee God be my leader?
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