I am.... ME
Poetry, words slamming through a page
Describing, reliving memories of an age
In which I live to tell to the present of tomorrow
That we all have to smile and live without a sorrow.
Even though life has its ups and downs,
I won't let that stop me from getting those crowns.
I'll Tell,
I'll Yell
To the world what I have to say.
Living my moments with a poem in my tray.
This is MY world, MY body, and MY soul,
Nobody can describe how I write my poems because I AM in CONTROL.
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