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The Real Package

I sit there just staring at it.
Its been 21 years, and I’m hungry for it.
Throw confusion, pain, and destruction in my path.
But it won’t stop me, I have my eye on the prize.
I’m like no other.
If I have to, give me an hour,
And I’ll prove to you that I’m strong
And I’ll devour the competiton
Reaching for these stars,
this midnight crescent moon
The sky is the limit.
Look past what you see
And see the man that I am.
I may not come in the package of a thug, a geek or stereotype.
But damn straight I show myself as a Man.
I am a Prototype of what you call a great image
I have many things to offer
Don’t look over me, I’m just as good as the others.
And if I have to stand in your face
Just to prove my place in this fraternity
I will.

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