Inside

February 5, 2008
By Na'Tia Hurst, Lexington, KY

The poetry is in my skin
Living loud deep within
Raging wild it pulls me thin
I’ve got to let it out

Let my words reach the ears
Screaming out my hidden fears
Whispering times my eyes bled tears
I’ve got to let them know

My soul leaks, finger to pen
In this conformist world I’m in
My poetry is my sin
I’m going to touch the sky


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