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Poet
Screenwriter
Hoodlum
Breeze Vincinz
BREEZE LOVE SOUL
MANNEQUIN
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Mannequin
When will you be a man again?
Will you ever understand them?
Will you ever see?
Mannequin
It’s not really a sin
It’s not really giving in
if you concede
Art facilitates response
an emotional séance
Don’t get sp upset when we answer you
When someone calls you on your shit
Not from a lack of intelligence
We get that your sad, but which shade of blue
Mannequin
so hard to be your friend
I often wonder when
your skin grew so thick
Mannequin
Know you have love for your brother man
Know your heart’s not made of tin
but what makes it tick?
I don’t imagine you to be hollow
But you don’t seem to follow
The rules of social discourse
which is amiable in one sense
and another pure pretense
Are you working from ego or from the source?
Mannequin
When will you be a man again?
Will you ever understand them?
Will you ever see?
Mannequin
It’s not really a sin
It’s not really giving in
if you concede
I wrote this poem about a friend who not only weaponized his introversion but also tended to create wars in which he could use that artillery. I always thought it was similar to actively going into a crowded room and yelling, “Look at me! I don’t want to be looked at!” I could never get the right cadence when performing it as a spoken word piece. This is another one “Lily” knocked out of the park.
Writer's Notes
Writer's Notes
I wrote this poem about a friend who not only weaponized his introversion but also tended to create wars in which he could use that artillery. I always thought it was similar to actively going into a crowded room and yelling, “Look at me! I don’t want to be looked at!” I could never get the right cadence when performing it as a spoken word piece. This is another one “Lily” knocked out of the park.
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