Who shall arise
Who shall make a selfless turn
To turn on a dime
And turn the tide
Titles are overrated,
“Risking nothing is risking everything”
Who shall stand for our innocent children
Both born and unborn
Where are the men of style
Not those who want to be
But those who dares to do
Who will get the job done
By every means possible
Gender notwithstanding.
“Risking nothing is risking everything”
Who can make that move
The ascetic kind of move;
In an ascent motion
Who shall arise
Who will be that ascender
Who will deviate with me from the norm
“Counting not their lives dear to themselves”
Taking the lead for the ascertainable
True freedom from deep-seated lies
True liberation from oppression.
“Risking nothing is risking everything”
My people are pained of the selfishness
Ironically it is self-inflicted
Obfuscation is now our face powder
Eyebrows are drawn in patterns
Patterned to guise true expressions
Haircut on point
Hairdo in vogue
Patting Concealer on lips
Before applying some lipstick
Nonetheless, revealing shadeless hue
and beardless men.
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