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Breathing Legend
Blessed to be breathing, wounded since the day's of seamen. Desperately speaking. Wounded and shocked, to know I'm the product of a woman and a rock! Father never wanted me so I'm emotionally lost. Wishing on a falling star 1 asked to be found.. the whispers that answered I wish I never found....... A pistol in I hand with a spider webbed mind. Blood red vision my deamon was found. Struggled for survival with none to be found. To more money I gained the more tost found. Pay a penny for my thoughts only to drown. In sorrow and pain. Because 1 am blessed to be breathing! This a known fact. Like A gun to my head, and largel on my back. Because the cause of all this is "me being Black. "Blessed to be breathing don't deny me that..
DaPoetic.InkStain
- Author: Terrance \"DaPoetic InkStain\" Nails (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 21st, 2022 03:26
- Comment from author about the poem: The story of my begin
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 7
- Users favorite of this poem: DaPoetic InkStain { Terrance Nails}
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