Traden Places In The Tradgies Poem by Curtis Mosby

I want to know what it feel like to be rape.
A life that cries for help when there only pain that stays.
An infant left in the house on fire, I have one desire to walk in u r shoes.
Oh burning flesh of helling bullets blazing thru wind.
Let me have cancer and cope with it to the end.
Hold my hand as it shiver in pain from hiv.
See me suffer as I was u born to be battered and bruise.
A child abandon running thru the rain looking for shelter.
Give me your pain I want it, let me climb the highest mountain and fall.
Come on forget my tears look at it as if it was water cleansing my soul.
Let go and share with me the ability to live in pain.
Obession it is if we all felt what others feel imagine change.
Love can be our hearts gravity we need to know and feel.
Traden places in the tradgies.