homegirl cries
The more I ask for understanding the more I understand how corrupt this world is. I cry because how cold and unloving we teach each other to be.It hurts me to my soul The more I ask for Truth the more I know. I feel like I was born in a world were no one believes in there Own Soul. I cannot close my eyes to the wicked nor my heart. I walk around seeing all this darkness like a veil has lifted from my eyes, How can I pass my days by having this knowledge of were we walk here Will take us after we Live our lives & still I cry. The days continue to pass me by &I struggle not to turn my Heart just as Dark & still I cry for reason Why , only a Soul Would Know....
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Jesennia
Alright so my poetry , Some are Related to Myself and other short stories or poetry is merely something I observe from the world around me . I am much like a sponge looking for things to experience feel taste and dream about , some are fiction others non-fictional stories. I love to hear some constructive criticism so feel free to speak your mind. My goal is to impact others about the reality around us as a Youth in my age the things in this generation and what kind Environment we live in.I do tell it like it is my words are raw
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