Taylor's Store Poem by Clarence Williams

Taylor Story
Freedom feels good

I felt as tho I chasing something that wasn't ever there. That the feeling made me happy until I woke up and it became a memory That I had to face the fact that i became scared.
Didn't won't to cope with the things Taylor couldn't handle or be welling to talk about I didn't think know one would listen



So I stayed high to drown out the sound of the little boy Cries that's trapped on my inside wanting to be free from me but this grown man just didn't know how to let it go.

Because its hurtful, and was painful,
And pain has memory. That day I looked a my reflection and saw life weight on my face and living in my body making me look ugly! That I became a mummy and zombi and people was looking at me
Like I was dirty/

And I needed help so someone can teach me how to get or be cleaned so I can let go and for give painful memories/ and free that little boy who cries on thee inside of me.

Taylor story