my silent cry

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    • Now keep in mind that im an artist and im sensitive about my shit -eryka badu

    my silent cry

    4/16/2010 today is the day
    i will no longer be my parents discrace
    i will not let another tear fall from my face
    end it all must i say
    only god knows my fate will i make it to 18
    or does death show his face
    im tired of this i give up on family
    i give up on it all
    life has come to be my down fall
    smile no more unless in my grave
    death of you im no longer afraid
    so see you later on today
    lord i hope you hear me in my prayer befor im on my way
         -GODS SON  

     

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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

    quise’s Poems (32)

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    A kiss unfelt 1
    what a heart would say 0
    my silent cry 0
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    The question 1
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    REST IN SLEEP 0
    wheres my hoodie 0
    new smile 0
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    glass flowers 1
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    spontanious (short) 0
    blessed (short) 0
    eternity (short) 0
    confusion (short) 0
    take it slow (short) 0
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    where did she go 0
    i will 0
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    cause she loved him 2
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    poem my heart wrote 0
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