Have I no eyes to call my own?
To see what has happened and whats left to be shown?
Have I no heart of my own possession?
To experience the love, regret, and depression?
Have I no brain to make my own choices?
And control these receptors that abide by the voices?
-DeVario Bell
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Shatterproof
PoetryA small compilation of deep poetry and witty words of wisdom. This mix is understandable and relatable to an array of life scenarios.
