Black Poetry : The Shoulder I Cry On

UniqueOne

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The shoulder I cry on


I have no friends
My only friend is me
Yet I am not unhappy
I am content with whom I am
And that is my self
I no longer search for help
Many people come and leave
But friendship I never receive
I stop looking for friend
And they don’t come to me
So my own friend I have no choice but to be
Almost everyone has that one person that they tell every thing on their mind
But the only shoulder I cry on is mine
My feelings get hurt but I don’t let go of my pride
Even if it means that my tears I have to hide
Because I know that my best friend always have my back
I am my best friend
And I am completely okay that

Written by: Rosalyn Ferrell
 

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