The Mirror In Me


I don’t want to look in the mirror, and see a slave owner, my identity is a loner, and I want to see the vision behind my sculpture, not a cloner.
I come with me, just like I am. I’m a huge fan, but if you want to be in the club, remember my Black is not just a rub in which I fling it off and on. My shade is set apart in the garden of color. Without me there wouldn’t be another.

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