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Nirvana Jackson

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

5 poems·Since May 2013
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Life

May 26, 2013
Ever look into some girl's eyes and you know, that somehow she would become the school hoe. Or the guy who liked every cheerleader, ended up becoming a hated woman beater. Children all play along in a crowd, hearing their mothers down the street shouting "Come Home Now!" We all live this hated life. But some decide to take it with one knife. Cutting deep within, never thinking of what happened or who cared then. There are those who choose the "Thug Life", Gangs, hoe's, money, no thought for strife. But I myself think within; To the creator who loves me for me, no matter how thin. I call myself a believer, one who rarely thinks of giving up or being a leaver. You can call yourself one too, If you go to church every blue moon. But that's not a true christian, you're dancing with the devil within. I'm not trying to be a hypocrite, 'Cause we ALL do some crazy shit. But hey thats life, And we all wonder if it would take us under or would we live to see our kids, kids wife .
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