Demetrius JonesDixon Poems

I can't sum up life in a matter of words
This matrix's perfectly imperfect mathematics sees to that
But if you want me to just give you something
I'd say; the struggle of life is both beautiful and ugly
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We calm certain people as our brothers and sisters... I'm more careful now...

I'm trying to forgive those for their treachery
Tires marks across my chest from being thrown under the bus
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A five letter word, to some the word bonds two people together
Forever, regardless of the hellish weather

The merc's mother is a healer
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He stands at the stone gates
One that he has passed through many times
A string of sigils craved into the stony frame
It wards off evil
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I'm socially programmed to use the word "nigga"
As a term of endearment
I use it when calling someone ignorant
The color of your skin doesn't mean anything to me
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I'm not incapable of writing happier themed poems
It's just not what I feel at my heart's core
I feel all my emotions and sort them out properly
They aren't ignored
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Are you sure I'm heartless?
Flex too hard, I'll disconnect your aorta
I shouldn't, but I outta
Doing work to the pulmonary trunk and veins
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Just like winners have to accept losing
Losers have to accept winning

It's a hard concept to shallow
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I'm not understanding this kid
You purposefully want to live ignorant?

Why? How will that benefit you?
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Open palm bruises the sternum
I'm getting outta that headlock with several blows

With the elbow, to the ribs
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