Why I write..
(poems go here) Poetry is my war
The words are my swords
My heart is the enemy I never beat
And still I do not know the taste of defeat
I write to try and resolve my fear
But all it does is make life more clear
Existential thoughts hit me with a blind side
It hurts so much makes me want to cry
My friends call me a mysterious man
Who has a diabolical plan
To give all he can
Girls love me and yet I fade away
My heart is unyielding when they ask me to stay
I saw my mom leave and break my dads heart and that is one of my many reasons I do this art
The other is the death that took them both away
Which explains why I leave the girls that love me when they ask me to stay
My humanity explains the rest
Because my pride and indigence is displayed on my chest
When I hear about homies dying from back home
In short I'm just another guy trying to make it on his own
And poetry is the only thing that gives me peace
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