Fight me
I don't care anymore. Tear this anger that's been raging inside. I know your secrets and the crimes you committed. So please come out and let everyone see the true you.
You may have this self less act going on but boy oh boy you are selfish and stupid. Your traditional ways are slowly dying away so you mind as well perish the act.
Leave me in the dust, and find yourself in a ditch---
The bodies you leave are thriving as I however is struggling but thriving as well---
This tangent scent in the air smells of gasoline that is coming from the South---
Sweetie drink your Mama's tea and drown in your country ways.
Breathe in the toxic air of the city and develop a organic drug
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Sugar and spice oh so jolly, but also naughty.
I know I won't be able to go to the promise Land right now, but I want to get things out before I collapse.
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I am deform
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"Guilt": A Poem Book
PoetryMy poems will try to explain the meaning of guilt. ººººººº Vote - Comment - Share
