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"What Do You Think?" by Anonymous

What we think we become, and my family is known to think big

What we think we become, what happens if you THINK about losing your home

How do you find it, what do you look for 

I can always find my way back because its where the people I love are


What we think we become, what happens when you think for home

I engulf myself with the smell of cucumber melon incense 

The overwhelming floating fragrant smell of soul food


What we think we become, and my family is known to think big

Yeah we laugh, yeah we joke

We are also mass communications specialists

We are PR representatives and diversity and inclusion managers


What we think we become, and my family is known to think big

Only as a result of necessity to survive

Discrimination not only plagues my family but everyone that looks like me

My own people not having the state of mind to invest in themselves so they take from each other 

Our only way out is to think and to think big


10pm is an orchestral performance that beings of the night 

As the creatures of the air that sing throughout the day begin to go to sleep

The things that creep and hop upon the earth begin their selection

My house is like a theater room for talent from all around to perform 

From chirping to strangulating

From peace to insanity

My home is my home


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