(Okay u guyz..i was jus sittin in Art class bein put to sleep then i just started to write)
I think my justice is served..proven my ife through voices that was unheard. Seeking friendship and love (a quality that was forgotten) ...reminicing about my ancestors who unfortunately picked cotton. Dreaming about the day that i wouldnt have to dream...thinking back to times where my fathers guilty ways rewarded me with that nice sweet ice cream. Breathing pollution literally figuratively - and forcing myself to forgive and forget the mother that left me. Holding the hand of you - me - and I..holding back tears that forced me to cry. Singing a song of love, happiness and deceit - moving my hand that would move me to write words..turning into short thoughts and stories...turning into a poem that would make me also want to feel complete. Happily writing poems effect me drastically - opening up to negative feelings that was inside me...that deprived me...that source of energy that enlightened me to I really am suppose to be...having no more want and need...just starting to write words randomly! !
*Standing Applause* Bravo! ! ! This poem was very interesting, I love how it gives a peek into your life experiences, yet you are still able to keep it as a part of humanity with the Ancestor line.10/10!
Wow. This is very personal and introspective. I like how the tone changes throughout. 'I think my justice is served' - what an awesome beginning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An extremely good poem.. You just let your mind wander and by doing so all your real feelings just came out and without even trying to write something really good you did anyway