January 30, 2018
By , Chesapeake , VA

Do the people hate you

Or the powdery white bed

You were born into?

Your life, a broken child 

Mimicking the adult chill


Rage you were born with 

Darkens your skin with dried blood

Bled in the street fights 

In the dark parts of Detroit 


All those words he said 

"Comeon Angel, please forgive"

Those are not your tears

Its just sweat from your eyes

From putting on the warpaint 

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