Conflict Poem by BettyMae Johnson

Conflict

Rating: 5.0


Conflict has no where to go so it hides
Locked away in our unfamiliar moods

The sound of the world you can't abide
Like the woderful smell of homecooked soul food

Liek tears cried for your new born child
Conflict has no where to go, so it hides

Locked away in your unfamiliar moods

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