Do you really not get this?
Why the razors are so heavy
An the paper so damp?
Nothing seems to kill me
An you wonder why?
My white sheets so red
Eyes so dim and mind so clouded
Lieing though my teeth to just get
a break
But you still don't get this
Im not blunt with my joints
And rockin in the cribs
But i am on my death bed
You, so rapped up in yourself
That you disown the one you birthed
So, It's that easy?
In your dreadsome screams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's deep. I really haven't figured out how to respond yet, I'm speechless. I hate how much heartache and violence there is in the world. Why can't we all just learn to accept our differences and celebrate the life God gave us?