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Back to Step One

Updated on March 17, 2011

It hurts to see all my poems discarded,

really hit home like my heart just lost it,

felt like it dropped from the very top,

Wana break a tear out but still I stop,

Ready for whatever, no matter what I'm strong,

Never hold it in 'cause the feeling might be gone,

stranger than before I feel nothing no more,

just a lot words thrown my way by the shore,

Head down low with my hopes up high,

I lift my fist up like a Black man's pride,

an it's okay

cause in the end they die,

the feelings of hate are overcome by my

peace that overwhelms me inside

my heart yells Never Will I Break and Cry

My heart has wounds, some people knew

and I ignored it like it was nothing true,

I'm never ending

and that's the truth,

a soft spoken young man with nothing more to lose.

Lovely.....   = /

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    • Avenger675 profile image

      Avenger675 6 years ago from Australia

      That's rather deep, I like it.

    • Richlove profile image
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      Rich Mejia Santos 6 years ago from Denver,CO

      Right on, I appreciate the feedback. Hah while pacin' huh? That's sounds purdy awesome.

    • Kylo88 profile image

      Kylo88 6 years ago from dc

      love it. actually wrote something like this today while i was pacing! lol