Mista Bentley Poems

Your mind is completely in tact and in focus,
She invites you in,
She offers you something to drink and asks you to sit down,
You turn her offer down but then she insists,
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My lungs had tighten, Its hard to breathe,
Eyes are bloodshot, Its hard to see,
Silhouettes rushing right over me,
Burning Searing Pain starts to decree,
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Every morning I walk to my spot,
I hang with my friends,
I hang with the lot,
But I can't enjoy myself,
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Eyes glow brown like leaves in the fall,
Beauty drops my jaw,
Hair such an elegant black,
It attacks,
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I do not write poetry,
Poetry writes itself for me,
My anger...my empathy,
Trust... The epitome,
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