lucinda bryson

To give his own life to fight for whats right.This soldiers means alot to me because of him I'm free.He gives his all especially when his government calls.He knows he mayn't return at all.A Soldiers Pride

To stand behind enemies line.To take out a target with one shoot.He loves his country just like I love him.Serving his country wasn't the life she choose for him.A Soldiers Pride
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If I cry will you come to my rescue.If I'm hungry will you feed me.Family no where to be found expectations that don't care. Needing shelter can you find me a home.Left on the streets to rome.A master of deception to steal my last quater and act to have nothing.A soul not won but the flesh in which you gain.Help

legion to fight the battle and mercy which you don't give.Spiritually detached moral pissed and flesh to dwell in fire. Help sins that maybe forgotten alttitudes of plaques.Help
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Gray hair because I've been here awhile.I've seen love ones come I've seen them go.I'm stilling standing strong and alive.Wise like a ancient budiest fragle as if a peice of glass.
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Sidewalk University a school we all know but wouldn't ancknoweledge.The teaching of hard life and inperfect people.Sneakers hung high off of telephone wires. Crowd walk ways and disrespectful people urine filled elevators.If you graduate you may survive the streets.Language in which others try to copy ebonicis is now in the dictionary.

I may want to travel to the great wonders of the world. Will I be safe? or will you see me on the eleven oclock news.Foreign ghettos and marvelous adventures will be great to see. My neighborhood I know each alley and each person.You call it dangerous I call it safe.You call it ghetto I call it home. Sidewalk University
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A pre fabe building a corner stone, children being raised with nothing to gain.The streets will teach and young minds will follow.Mothers hearts filled with sorrow. Fathers with raw hands and broken backs.Urban Development

My success is slim to none my mind dwells as if it was an unwritten book. The drive to play basketball and dreams to get out the ghetto.Urban Development
His head in the books but my pockets are empty living on pennies. A picture of college but will he get that far.
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It was such a tradey when it all came down to it we both stood around.Not to see each other fall but to stand by each other proud and strong.Ground Zero
You are that angel that pick me up before I fell to the ground you let me fly and gave me your all. Angels stick by your side in the time of need. You saved me and said stand by me thats what I will do. Ground Zero

Many years later we would look back and see the final peace. Even though we once fell we stood back up and now we have a story to tell. Ground Zero
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A gift from god a smile and innocense pure as a child.Peach like cheeks as if you where a rose in the summer time. Angel

Like fine china never to be touched just to look at. Pure and sweet like a strawberry Angel
Hot like lava. A fresh pair of sneakers only to be worn never.
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Beautiful smart in her family eyes she played an important part. Helping everyone with their issues but in all realty no one really cared for her. Why they wasn't there for you when you ask for one shoulder to be there for you. Girl In A Mirror

Everyone says your strong only because you carry them on your back.Not knowing that your emotions were being to dewell. Girl In A Mirror
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Trying to succeed in life, making it happen for myself.Living on the streets moving from place to place no where to eat. I have to steel from food shops. This is my Struggle
I ask for people help but it's hard to convince them I'll do right with the money.
Shelter's only take me only for one day I'm not hopeless. I have to struggle. I have to Struggle to get what I want
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Is it how my life should be, smiles go around and mine is upside down.Is it wonderful or is it pain my heart been hunted as if I was a lion lunch.Majestic

A cool breeze goes by which i can't feel to much pain and not much to gain my skin aches as if someone throw acid on me.
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Roots as strong as iron. My color is natural as if I'm from africa.Teeth as strong ivory.Energy filled up from the Sun
Soul From Haiti
People come from near and far to indulge in the beauty. I gained independence through Liberty. Other people get tans so they can look like me. Soul From Haiti
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We cross lines and don't think of some of the outcome. To be disrespectful and can't see the consequences.Take land and can't get respect from the locals. To prophet off of pain. To laugh about their life instead of assisting them.
No Boundaries
Can't lead our children do to stupity and selfishness.To indulge in all the wrongs instead of taking time to fix and make things right.
No Boundaries
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Stories that never been told.Bitter feelings never been express.Security that never was secure.Confussion and Knowledge not to be told. Emotions cut short, lives that can't be restored Sorrow Sins&Love
A son who looks like his father A daughter who's sed and a mothers sins.The past is to deep as if it eas throwning water.A soldier who is loyal to defend the one thing he loves.Sorrow Sins &Love
Addiction more powerful then drugs love that never been found, wounds that can't heal.A bowl that can't be filled. Sorrow Sins & Love.
Math problems never to solved forgiveness as black as this ink im writting with.Unexplained theories and music without sound. How we express our misfortunes. How can we subside our doubt.
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The words that you speak.The wisdom you have inspired me. The stories you tell and the author in you comes out. Library In You
The parallel lines in you words the experience in the language the art of storytelling.Reception from people how these stories affect many lives.The library In You. Your literature speaks volumes to me.You are the simile and I; m the metaphore.The tone of beautiful words the elegance of rhythem in which you speak from. Listening brings many to high altitudes.The library In You
Grammar in how you use it.The ingredent to mothers cake the master in your own league.An idle mirror on how I can tell my story. Your flowetry with a pen and paper tells all issues of those in the ghetto. You are the symphony of art.
The mathematics of an artist and his brush.The fuel to the fire I ignite with inspiration. The mother speaks as the child listen.The library in You
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Who ever lended a ear
Who saw me struggling and lended a hand
For the one who taught me to read and write
Thank you for tucking in the covers at night
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Compounds and verbs
Similes and metaphores.
Writting is an art a language composed of romantic sentences.How words just fit together Literature Love
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