Letter to the sky I must fly high why do my people die? a young guy saying good bye he's shy looking from no denies from the heavens. I must address the press why do the oppress continues to send me stress? the day I rest I'll feel the most bless The sky I must get there and try when I go don't cry dry your eyes when I touch you gifted flap your wings and fly a angel and a fucked world looking for a pen and a notepad I must spread my words it's a different seasons a reason we must pray to Jesus. The Sky
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A Hero Of The Streets
PoezjaPoetry, Hardworking , Black Teen, Living Rough. Different Emotions Young Black Males Go Through The Day 2 Day Struggle Inside Different Areas of America They Wanna See Me Fall Is Not For All But If You Small Stand Tall With All Your Heart. You Can...
