Nothing in this world is comparable
To what you bring
I want to be like you.
I want to shine as bright as you
I want to not make mistakes
I fear them
I don't want to mess anything up.
Yet it seems like all I ever do is
Mess shit up!
If I could take back the words I said
And change them
For something more...
positive
I'd be able to hold on to a love like none other
I'd have something tangible to hold onto
I wouldn't sit and feel awkward around you
I'd be able to hold your hand to
This is my fault
Me making it about me
Me feeling for everyone and not realizing it hurt everybody else.
I'm tired of writing these prose that
Burn my lips like fire
When I talk about it
I feel like it's my fault for hurting you
I feel like a failure
I feel like I was swapped at birth
I feel like you don't deserve to call me yours
All I ever want in life is for
You to have the finer things
I guess saying
Is a stretch
I truly do care for you
And I want nothing but for us to be
Close again
I miss you and your standing in front me
All I want is to be your daughter again.
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Asylum: Afro-American Poetry for the mind.
PoésieAfro-American Tales for the American mind. Poetry is my favorite thing due to the fact that there is so much raw material to reach. This poetry is a bit different than others. This is a tale of black indifference to the white man, interracial rela...
