Shadowing Dreams
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I cover my eyes with a blanket,
As I hear horror screams,
I turn my head as mom fainted,
As if we were a losing team,
Shadowing the truth as a hope to be famous,
But kids are hardly to make it out as a way to be tainted,
The truth is not to be set free,
But a hard life my mom raised three,
No regrets no father,
But a hope to get farther,
To see the riches of life,
Knowing that african-american had no rights,
Learning about the truth like a cake cut by a knife,
With a delectable sight for a raising start,
But my true passion for crafting art,
Like a sense of looking for colors in the dark,
But like spark with red white and cream instead of blue,
But their is still a shadowing dream I go threw