The words on my tongue so elusive and afar
My mind strike their chord yet the cavity's ajar.
The creativity within my soul is blocked by social chains
And my heart yearns to release so hard it causes pains.
The phrases solid and fluent deep within my mind
Yet as I listen to their patterns my fingers lead me blind.
As if two beings are upon me, one holding the other back,
The other fighting valiantly so as to keep on track.
Expression finds another way and surfaces through tears
As the beings put a strangle hold on a smile, elicit fear.
It is a hope that something soon will break free and explode
And the music from behind green eyes will elaborately unfold.
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