I am the hero
She, he, it is in love with me
My presence is a good blessing
Never seen a better one
Oh that they will have me with them till gray claims their head
My praise flying around like happy flies
My inner beauty suddenly is their muse
My black face is more to them than that of an Angel’s
They’ve never seen a better one
Nay, someday I am the villain My voice is no different from the quirking witch
Why does she laugh so?
So they said
My past deeds suddenly unpleasant so they haunt me
My words oozes as a fart of fermented smell
I don’t make sense
Ah!
Don’t I get loved everyday?
Nay, it is not you
Soothing them will shoot a gun to your joy
Your cheeks hurts while you spread them for their validation
And just a little trip on their glorious toes
Boom!
They dance to the rhythm of time; CHANGE
Some days I am the villain
Some days I am the hero…
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