The Most Obvious Yet External Deniable I Am (Friction 2 The World) Poem by Dashaun Rashod Snipes Mister

I Am
First to be original and daring to be extraordinary in my creative thinking.
First to be confronted with skepticism regarding my identity as in concordance of all legal documents.
First to physically surpass the tenor tribulations and have electric exhibition files proof of something, like a milestone, and iconic vocalist play online with some of my self made recorded music videos between social media and YouTube.
The only one who knows how to follow instructions by the book generally, but will detour to the side entrance occasionally to get a vital point through.
The only one today that doesn't lean on audio tunes.
Usually thinking every moment of battle against racism and ageism and sexism throughout strategic motion of poetry and artisanship.
I'm the one who lost all my battles in a fist fight for someone who cannot understand how to express what they feel, when they see me, only to find, I Am still September eleventh and elevated to magical magnification; I'm always having to prove my significance to the world of homophobic peasants because they cannot trace in hard evidence that I am not just a ordinary man, born and raised by baboons and primates, I'm in hell for anything, and anyone. For being unknown, and having things money wise, that in zeroes are colossal like acres. I'm optimizing the fact, I was initiated into the introduction of a Homosexuality lifestyle before I turned one year young. I'm not normal; from the fabrication of my mind to the electrifying details of artisanship and authorship by the hand, that God gave me to levitate for my namesake into oblivion. I'm obligated to write myself a golden ticket for nothing but history and iconography due to always being inappropriately outnumbered and overpowered, but that ex factor gene pool deep within my soul, is more likely that thing that gives me a hunger and drive to strive to say, I am enough to create My fortress of joyfulness and laughter with every little line that strongly resonates with me and does my spirit justice, where and when society deems me a curse; a disease; a hazardous and toxic murderer for being gay, black, and rejected by all because I am not small, and I am the heavy metal, that I enjoy to download for Spotify music play later. I am excited for the future, although I'm not usually the ideal one for who many might calculate as likely to be successful with life, love, school, and work. If you ever get to close to me, I am enough to make your day an emotional roller-coaster ride. I'm a heart throb and heartbreaking story rolled in thin slabs of seasoned ready to cook wagu.
I'm suffocating trying to grasp the words to this piece just right without giving up.
I'm a double major in art
Premajor in performing arts
I'm Dashaun Rashod Snipes, I feel the pressure more and more and more of my alleged guardianship above me fighting for custody of my presence; especially because now there's hard evidence for who truly is responsible for the iconic poem, The Snipes Lament. I'm an photorealistic painter artist of the month, for a pack and send September 2024 on the internet.
I'm constantly being dangled between each scenario for the championship and badge of valor. Siblings, classmates, relatives, black, gays, straight, boy, man, male, the Olynuk family, Snipes family, Crenshaw family, the millinieal generation, baby boomers, I am catching a lot of heat, but I never came up or out to bragging right for the benevolence to heir of heirs between three seemingly big and powerful and famous and sought-after families and if that's not enough for years, rumors at Ben L. Smith High School from the class alumni years of 05' through 08' has it that I Am Mr. Dasani!
I've had a little more than I can ask for, With the slight paparazzi and traffic training, I am always being stalked by city slum, I don't need but so much attention, but maybe I am too big for the city, because I am could be around the corner and wham I'll be like breathing gold with thirty two karats.
I'm incomplete with myself but I don't own myself as a publisher Poetry, artist and vocal brand.
I'm addicted to gay porn, but if I blow up and miraculously graduate or something elevate me into the club of my own personal bank account up to nine figures, then what would you do about the Wesley benevolence glinting down at me from the distance behind his Hollywood designer shades and Eyewear.
I'm weak because I am not proud although these are signs I should be, I can do anything criminals do to obtain fame, but gradually, tediously, with no connections closer to me, and no bloodspills, nor sketchy past.
I'm everything I want to be, because fortune was never supposed to be found in the agreement, but something activated it when I answered my call to produce things for the culture and remastered I Am.