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Breeze Vincinz

BREEZE LOVE SOUL

AMERICAN CARNIVALE

© Breeze Vincinz

I was given to you

I am not asking for what is not there
I am not asking for what is not fair

I was given to you

I am not going to resurface your gleam
I am not going to concede to your means

I was given to you

I am not going to replant your flowers
I am not going to sweeten your sour

I was given to you

I am not a reflection of your insecurities
I will demand that you acknowledge me

Because I was given to you
And I called you my home
And I rested my head in your hands
And you’ve all I’ve ever known

Because I was given to you
There were so many circumstances
I bleed a kaleidoscope of hatred
As I walk across this circus land

That was given to me

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

April 13, 2026

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

Life As A Boy

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Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer
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The Toaster Made Me Do It

My Complicated Love Affair with AI Music

Blog Post by Breeze Vincinz

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

This is a poem I wrote a while back in response to a news piece about the discrimination immigrants face when they come to America. Fast forward several years, and the intention of this song has grown to a rabid tiger’s cry. Where it might have been a simple poem about fringe incidents involving extremist ideology, in today's politics, I almost view it as an “Immigrant Anthem” to be screamed at national events. And considering that the majority of Americans are immigrants in one way or another, I do view it as a “National Anthem Replacement” or maybe “The Star Strangled Banner.” Hearing through AI, I can also hear another interpretation, that of a kid who is not being appreciated by their adoptive parents. Which I guess is another form of immigration, I suppose...

Writer's Notes
Writer's Notes

This is a poem I wrote a while back in response to a news piece about the discrimination immigrants face when they come to America. Fast forward several years, and the intention of this song has grown to a rabid tiger’s cry. Where it might have been a simple poem about fringe incidents involving extremist ideology, in today's politics, I almost view it as an “Immigrant Anthem” to be screamed at national events. And considering that the majority of Americans are immigrants in one way or another, I do view it as a “National Anthem Replacement” or maybe “The Star Strangled Banner.” Hearing through AI, I can also hear another interpretation, that of a kid who is not being appreciated by their adoptive parents. Which I guess is another form of immigration, I suppose...

The Toaster Made Me Do It

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

My Complicated Love Affair with AI Music

Blog Post by Breeze Vincinz

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