Old School Poem by Malaya Roses

Inferiority was dusty
Within an old bolded capability
I had passed the street of cold shoulders,
Among friend of they were not
Time couldn't undo the wounded skin
The suffocated tears
Hatred is always real
In a heart of the winner,
Some trash was accumulated
Justification about their classification,
Reach me not
Pushed behind line of acceptance,
Mock was echoing my dream
In many ways,
Their devilish compilation made no regret
About me,
Crest at the peak, I am the man
Bend and bow, they are here
The past outrageous arrogance is silencing shame
Upon my desk
They are the average, segregated
Might need the impossibility to leverage me;
Harsh age of achievement,
I am taking the entire compliment.

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