Quashawn Kendrick

Rookie (11/11/1991 / Trenton nj)

The White Light - Poem by Quashawn Kendrick

The art of dien is a hard process for me to grasp. I understand that I had many friends and family that pass. Many people shy away from the white light. Even when they are dien they are still trying to fight. So that leave me to think even when you are gone its still hard to reach great heights. The day when I'm on my way to them big white gates. I would know its fate. Now I understand that life is to important to be forsake. So now I will close my eyes for the lord to take me home where I belong.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, May 27, 2013

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