Poems about Health

Why must I stay in pain Picking cotton is this all the money I gain I am just another black
Oh, the efforts of exercise It just seems so fruitless sometimes I run, I bike, I jog Working hard as I can
I’m Leo I like to run around town When the sun goes down My bed makes sounds My passion spreads around
Innocent and Pure, A child who cries from hunger, hunger that is not being feed, rather discriminated,
I will forever be changed By the sound of your heartbeat Beating down The voices in your head
Like waste my life reeks Of things that could be done But never did Because here I am
My whole life I’ve played the game Now my talent has come to a halt I wonder why, maybe my coach is insane
One day I won't always be there to dust you off after you run through the dust bowl But please dont ever stop trying
Integration, assassination, precipitation falling from judges heads as they decide the outcome in a steamy Louisiana court case
Who's going to succeed paranoid from all the weed, trying to get by while staying high