pain is weakness leaving the body
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IP:
alertness blurting diversity with every syllable
pointedly pouring out prayers for the pitiful
downtrodden, food rotten, cardboard living conditions cloudy
turned rained on, hear this song and now know everything about me
not likely try me, and ask me my favorite color
purple, ask me how i can call my very own brother
my nigga like i own him, well i do, i AM my brother's keeper
i stared death in the face and watched them grim reaper
blink, now what's next? all i have has been taken
but i'm still me, and your boy is never breakin...
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"I don't want to be deep... I want to feel deep and use that feeling to express depth itself..."
-Konchance
my poetry:
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