Abuse in all days of his life-
Caused Struggle: his middle name.
Offers, he, not all his Sores.
Not all of him they'll claim.
A troubled heart, he's wounded, hurt;
Made by his world a toy.
Charred as Seed; it was God's deed,
But there's nothing poetic about a black boy?
Your title for one: very unique.. good poem good write :) x3, millie
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I would like to translate this poem
Kyle, I guess there no shades or colors for verse.. there only beauty... good one from your heart...there is something in this poem very lovely Rema