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(12/31/1989 / Maryland)

Biography of Jessie Jett

Jessie Jett poet

To all these things,
My words escape.
In this ink,
and to relate.
In this ink,
another dying pen too.
Is this how it gets to you?
Let it out, or do not part.
In this ink,
Make a mark.
To all these things,
there is no start.
To where begin,
escapes within.
All this ink, pours.
Letting it out,
Till there is no more.

-INK (J.J)

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Raining Teardrops

Wet tears escape quickly from my eyes.
I blink,
they splash.
I brush more aside.

Pain building up,
rage from within.
No words, no weapons
A clashing war will begin.

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