||keeper||

oh how they love reducing a growing man humble,
pops up to truly engage only when there's a stumble.

it's the 21st century, ain't the 19th no mo,
gender role complications via diverted financial flow.

be conscious of your words basmati.
chance mila bolke deko kaisaa lootleri !!

zeera patta lavang elaichi makin'em all hungry hungry.
one after the other seeking for their share of biryani.

I know not if it's an apology you seek even after I've lived my sentence,
I'm goin' cuz you're goin, even if this leads to permanent absence.

ig it ain't even about my atone,
just one toying with a bone.

ig it's what happens when a stranger lone,
wanders territory and refuses to Rome in Rome.

stand in a circle and agree with all I say,
strength in numbers can lay truth dismay.

that popularity contest can kiss my ass.
even the sexual can be a dignified, lad/lass.

exceptions can't be made by the dumb,
they live in fear and expect others aswell to succumb.

it's why they unionize and point,
they need a victim to stay joint.

a perfect amalgamation of rich and poor,
smack dab in the middle, born i an amateur.

using street vernacular to prose coherent,
a simpleton expressing views past and present.

repping a minority in transparent earnest,
wording into words pen, never sword/fist.

why wouldn't they hate me for causing an impression deeper.
the complaints will keep coming. ||you|| decide if I'm a keeper.

||keeper||