I am call and response with no message received
I am the pistil and stamen, the birds in the bees
I am the laughter with there being no joke
I am saving the lives of the voices I choke
I am the breath of fresh air
That leaves you out of breath
Trying to run for the best.
I am the arrogance of self,
Reflecting in self:
The nights aren't as dark here,
But I pray that it's not gone in me,
Because things are going so well here
And it feels so damn good being me.
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