Almost There Poem by Demetrius JonesDixon

Almost There



They tell me I'm worthless, but yet I still smile.
I tell them, "nobody can hold me back my actions are versatile."

To let myself fall prey to you is wrong.
Because no matter if I have to die and be reborn from the ashes like a phoenix, I'll still be strong.

Thursday, March 7, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: ashes,smile
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