Black Poetry : Let Me Rip

monad.poetress

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May 11, 2004
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Let Me Rip


Sick and tired and can't get a grip
So I pick up my pen and start to Rip

Tired of being reminded of things long gone
Sick of being taunted over all that went wrong


Yes my heart is bleeding
Yes my soul needs repair
But the pen can redeem me
My pen is how I share....

All the pain the world produces
I tuck it deep inside
All the hurt you thrust upon me
All the times you lied

So I let the anger seap from my pen's pointed tip
I pick up my pen and let it Rip

My pen can spit the venom
My heart really wants to relay
But my heart can't do the talking
So my pen says okay

Mighty blows of pain
Venom lethal as cocaine
My pen produces from its tip

So I pick up my pen

...Let me Rip
 
monad...monad...poet monad
so glad to see your name...hear your scribe
I read your other piece "thinking about killing(i need a prayer)"
just this month four month late...i kind of bumped it up to the present..
and sent you my prayers...etc...
so to see you flow..allowing that creative energy to go...is wonderful
flow on poet...let it rip.....
 

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