My color is black

If i was to accept my color,
I will allow myself to be called black,
No I ain’t a black smith,
or will I be a movie fabricator like a Will Smith,
But I will buy words and make them rhyme in your tongues,
Broken pieces of the remains of a sonnet,
Don’t be lost in my world,
It is full of trash and lust,
As a sonnet i can be a sentry overnight,
And by day a goof-off in beauty of dirt and dust,
But you cant dwell in my city,
A Gotham city where people sleep lying besides tree trunk,
The only place where I can be frank,
And tell diminished lies to my king,
That i never played with decency during the attack…..

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