Curtis Mosby Poems

The white death found me unforgotten in a place that is rotten.
I want no more of this life after that night.
He saw my pain in the middle of nowhere I became someone
different.
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In this world I live in, thier no one thier to care for the poor.
I only dream of a shelter and something to eat would be grateful
for anything more.
Under the bridge I watch if only they knew I was born abandon.
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I know thier not equal to us.
But shouldn't they have the rights to live.
Forget about what you heard eveything has pain.
Constantly we sacrifice live's of nature for our own pleasure's.
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Don't judge what you do not undertsand.
What you saw was the outside of a man.
A leader should a man be, if he sin just like me.
The words you speak I hear with an open mind.
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What promise of life is thier.
When we sometime open our eye's to death.
Fragile is a child living to grow among poverty.
I know thier hope is nothing more than a day.
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The heart is not thy mind for it taken me,
this long to realize.
Though I am know the shadow of my own grave.
I followed my maker in a violent rage, why me I ask.
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I live in anguish because of my sight.
Want let the pain go to sleep tonight
Do we care that our children are suffering constant.
In thier on mind they are mislead.
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Please don't call me judas.
I never been strong, I died a long time ago.
The tears in the field of the snow.
Where faith in me seem to leave.
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The chair I sit in.
In the midst of a room field with needle.
I never write my friends off I feel thier pain.
On many accord we may disagree for they
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An antique of priceless memories I read.
I wish to breath the word's of this story.
Proclaim to be the greatest love that ever live.
Between to struggling heart's.
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