Treasure Island

Black on Black Arts


Dementia


Born into a world of madness.
The world awaits me.
Strike one against a young black child.
The world hates me.
Loved by my family.
But the anger consumes me.
Destined to live behind bars until they free me.
Didnt ask to be here this so called life.
So i took my anger out on poetry my first wife.
Slowly she took the pain away but the anger the burn
it still stayed.
Migraines in my head as i dropped to my knees i prayed

Submitted: Friday, September 14, 2012

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  • Ozark Mountain Homegrown (9/4/2013 6:12:00 PM)

    The world can be a cruel, and unjust place...maybe some day people will awake and realize that we are all connected...One Love... I'm glad you found an outlet for all your anger and frustrations in poetry! Feel the love through your art.... :) (Report) Reply

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