For the Critics by A.D.

Call me stupid
My thoughts won’t erase your cruelty
You say that I don’t understand
But it’s you that remains in the dark

I make silence sound like it’s pouring down rain
The storm of my wisdom is loud and clear

But you won’t listen to me will you?

So many gifts they give to me without thanks
When the words won’t come out
They make questions trigger my brain
Stimulate my thoughts to change my motor
Speak to me with the respect you withhold

If you believe in someone’s potential you give them power
From the power I have been given I will rise above your doubts
Words used to greet the world can fool you

With your eyes listen closer

Make believe you care
All of your doubts work against you
Like all the most treasured minds before me
I will love until you change your heart

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