chris burton Poems

She's is my key to my heart literally.
She' like a strong tree that helps me breathe.
Lakita Maya Smith.
You are truly, my devoted , gorgeous looking friend.
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I shed a tear when I saw your suffering in my prediction vision.
I laughed when your humor hit my happiness.
His name was Charlie Murphy a comedian that touched my heart and killed my joy when I heard his demise.
His death afflicted my burden heart like it was dust.
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God's work was in the present he tried his patience and hardest to revive his creation but decided that laying her to rest was best. All I know is it cant rain forever for us to suffer so badly.My condolences no my compassion of caring and love goes to the beloved princess Kanneka Jenkins. Her fate her life her soul of flesh always sticks to our share of understanding and how society slaps and bite us us with full of hatred and neglection. Her presence lives on into a new physical form with a new home called Heaven. Every time it pours so hard and rains. I vision how carless and heartless people are by not rescuingand protecting their own people. It's like her agony and tears of dying for help nobody never gave a damn about her they just ignored her lifeless assistance. Society looked at her like she was ugly and just an enemy because the color of her skin justifield a threat to the so called outlook that cruel people sees. Her death woke me up,the rain of tragic has proven that the reflection of being poor, black, brown, homeless an assumption of being a false criminal isn't easy. When are we as minorities going to start caring.
Start helping other people's pain. Kanneka's heart was a waste for cold hearted people to not help her but the sign of her defenseless fatewasn't there in time. My heart pours out it cant rain forever. The Lord is powerful than an abusive lighting. The Angel's are evolution of our protection. Kanneeka's heartis a sole of a part of immortal. A new change will come.

The sun will rise again.
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Please take it away
I don't want it no more
My anxiety getting worse.
I'm losing control.
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She cries with help.
Her heart has been broken.
But can it be mended.
All I know is if you do then do what you shall to assist her.
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