Ghetto Creed

Broken, He left me dry, in the blistering heat
Cold blooded, I stood on the curb
Of Tara, with nothing left in me
I swallowed my pride
I felt I had died, empty and alone
My emotions, hidden with anger
Inside my heart I hurt bad
I hid on cloud 9, he took away
The love I needed to survive
I stood homeless
The cold winter night
He walked out on me
She was no better at love than me
I was hot at her age
Men would flock to get a piece of me
He stole my goodies and left me dry
Isn’t much I can do but fall down?
Down on my knees I begged don't leave
And he's not coming back
I surrender
What do I do now?
Pick up where he left off
Love won’t be the same
I gave him my heart
I gave him my mind
I swallowed my pride
For the very last time
The comfort and support
Was the inner strength
I needed to carry on
There is no turning back
He's gone
I stand alone, in the freezing cold
Of December and damn
I’m gone miss that nigga
I rest shallow on the curb
A cold winter night
In December
 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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