How Raw Is My Soul?

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How Raw Is My Soul?

I feel a fire in my mind, that's so unkind, a burn in me, I can truthfullly say, who's really hearing you she say!?From a child to an adult, are you seeing all my faults? Deep down inside, I want to hide, I want to cry, a cry so hurt and tried, my guts are ripped from in and  outside!   How raw is my soul?, it's like raw like sugar cane and hot jalapeno' pain!

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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