Mirage Poem by L.T Sanders

Life is a mirage a big battle between personality and reality.
You can call it an excuse, but the fact is, as a young black man I’ve been cased out of society.
No longer a slave, now call me an untaught prodigy.
If my elders don’t share their experiences of life,
how can I handle bad situations more logically?
The answer would solve the question of why so much Black Flesh decays periodically.
Blood drip from the gable of the judge. It’s all a big game of monopoly.
Even if you can visualize that Life is mirage you will be victorious in the war between personality and reality