Plucked from my anger in these handcuffs, I sit
behind this metal table, a singular yellow light laying
its gaze upon me and my captor behind this metal table,
he says, Would it have mattered, everything you've done?
Everything I've done was for my brothers and father
who were thrust into this fight unprepared for the weight of it.
I was thrust into this fight with only my wit and love
for my family and battle, a leader in the revolution.
A final revolution meant for justice, but it has become untamed
with time. Warped with deception. Continuous with anger.
I became warped the moment our purpose changed, now
we fight for legacy, to leave behind hope for those with nothing.
I leave hope for my family in a place that left them with nothing,
so I smile as I sit, plucked from my anger in these handcuffs.
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Poems
PoetrySome of these I had to write for class, others not so much, but I wanted to share them with you. Any constructive criticism is appreciated! #1 messingaround: May 19, 2019, Sept. 3, 2019-Sept. 17, 2019 #20 empty: November 13, 2020 #90 confidence: Aug...
