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My long lived words not always heard,

Always ignored but misunderstood,

In which a plan to make them hear soon cured,

Which I can be anything, whatever I could.

 

Though I could always sit by myself,

I never really like the corner of the room,

Always in trouble at home, not much to entertain without any wealth,

In which I never thought of anything until a random blue moon.

 

My life grew up without a biological father,

A single mother of twins, a set of two,

I always known it wouldn’t bother me,

Just things I’d like to know could have taught me better not to do.

 

With people who took care of me while my mom was at work,

They acted like babysitters but loved us like we were their own,

They taught us how to talk and to eat food with a fork,

Now fully together our families were connected by threads sown.

 

Elementary school was fun,

I remember all the good times,

No stress, no worries, and sitting at recess in the sun,

Reading books and nursery rhymes.

 

Middle school was odd,

Different classes with different teachers,

Some teachers with long locks and vice principals that were bald,

In which some wanted their lives to be preachers.

 

With little hope of making friends, I did,

I walked the halls alone,

Avoiding all my friends besides in class, bottled up in the hallways like a lid,

I was just another kid, just an ordinary stone.

 

High school was a bit easier,

It opened new doors,

I made more friends but the people got sleazier,

But I made the right friends and stayed away from the whores.

 

I got myself in trouble with the use of technology,

My life went down the drain,

I sort of sat in a 6 foot deep hole waiting to be buried,

I thought my life was over and that I was going insane.

 

With heart break and peer pressure,

I thought I ruined my life,

Arrested to be questioned, I thought it was sure,

By the people who I was with, who I thought i’d make my wife.

 

I became more open and made more friends,

I was sad on the inside,

But they were always there to lend a pair of hands,

All my friends and my real girlfriend had saved me before I have died.

 

My life is completely better,

I am happy and sane,

I live through my mistakes, and swallow what makes it bitter,

Just to move on, be joyous, and cruise down my life lane.

 

 

 

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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