Chantel Coates

Fed Up Spirit

Flesh, you don’t control me
Just because they see more of you and less of me
Don’t mean i have the power to keep you clean
But we are working together as a team
You’re so needed and a fiend
I need not to get upset and remain meek
Good always overcome bad, as it should be
So I will be patience and not worry
Cause one day we will make it you and me

Poem Submitted: Friday, May 28, 2010

Add this poem to MyPoemList

Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about Fed Up Spirit by Chantel Coates

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?