tushawn white

Rookie (04-22-1985 / Boston, MA)

A Wakeup Balance - Poem by tushawn white

What is a dream to a dream
When the good has to remind
His gift of its responsible
As college becomes the fruit
And struggle tastes like the sour
Unable to figure why the message came across
Like a book with out words
The man is no longer confused
Over spill milk on the shoulder
For memories of the past
Drip down the harvest soul
Where friendship made it mark
Deeper than a cut to on the arm
So far from bleeding
That it is strange to be true
With fresh water running on the face
Is there birth to be rebirth?
At the church of forgiveness
Crossing my arms wishing for a chance
Like a child who did bad
Wrongly with a revenge
Because the tires don’t fall short
Of a moment in the spot light
To be forgiven
Would spoil the hunger
I wonder

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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