Writers Block
I'm so tired
I can't think
there is a dot on my paper
made from the pen's ink.
The walls are grey.
there's so much on my mind
but it's so hard to say.
my pen made a line.
the ice in my cup
is cracking in my glass
my black line is
becoming abstract.
then I throw it in the trash.
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Rosei Relic
My real name is Cameron Dubois. I Was born in Detroit Michigan. I started out in a bad household. my dad was white and he is in jail. my mom is black and she was 15 when she had me. My mom could not take care of me so she took me to the foster home. In the foster home, they brutality abused me. that is part of the reason why my poetry is so hard and dark. But I was adopted in a very nice family so I'm alright.
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