never got the chance to aim love anger with pain flood
contact a vein hug,He's not my father just a stranger with the same blood
a victim in traps, i had a wisdom of gaps
cause my one and only father got my moms addicted to crack
cared for my brother through dry times shared the shy crys
witnessed fine crimes.. tight minds picture it,moms and pops gettin fixed and shit sniffin white lines
seen his manish attacks my emotions vanished in that so i just simply offer the raps
bother the fact .. it took 12 years now they sayin my father is back
flows plumet with arson, grow from it and tarnish, never expeirenced a "bed time" cause we slept infinite nights on the floor of our low budget apartment
locked inside your own captivity never allowing a different view to see
how things went its a shame i would consider drugs more of a kid to you then me
confide rage u left a tattoo of ya handprint on my back shit lasted for 5 days
fuck it you'll see me when i say,until then ill be like fat kids at mc donalds n have my way


my father wanna see me now yo lol after 12 damn yearz!!!! ehh but at least i have a chance to meet him i guess some kids fatherz dead or just dont want to see em : / :shrugs: holla

Wow, incredible artistry, it felt as if you were just flipping bars with the skill of veteran trapeze artists, it was downright perplexing, the flow was on point and i honestly think this is the single best poem i've seen in a good minute, the vocab was excellent and your emotion seaped through a good amount, respect, 1luv.

Wow.. so much fuckin emotion in this piece, the flow was off the hook and sicc throughout the whole piece. Ima show this to my girl, after ten years her father wants to be in her life.. I know a lot of people that can really relate to this piece, i love this. great ass job. I'm glad I read this.

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and by the way.. my girl really liked that poem.. explained how she was feelin perfectly.. she said nice job.

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good job conveyin yo emotions into words

good imagery and explaining what the situation was

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nice job man...i felt it...i could feel the emotion being expressed..
keep it up man...everything flowed rite...you had multies and
you even had a smile at the end...haha..great...but seriously..
its always great to write about stuff we go through..stay up~
peace

thankz yall .. im going to see this nigga today..i talked to him on the phone for the first time lastnight lol ...its gonna be crazy yo...

-female

^lol but i also wanted to say that my father left our family but was always a stone's throw away and though i never grew to like him i've always respected him despite what he put our family through so i just wanted to let you know that i can in a way relate to the whole "father coming back" thing cause mine has tried that several times, 1luv.

word thankz for the replys yall

This reminds me of these spoken word and what not meets used to go to. Except they were no where near as formal as that sounds. Just a rag-band gathering of all sorts at remote locations n what not.

This was usually the most 'common' style. In the sense everyone at least did one like this. Kind of grounded and raw, yet still had an element of 'distance' and 'complexity'...depth.

Anyway, a nice read. Made me kind of nostalgic tis all..

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