Black Poetry : Til the Return

Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by tysto, Jul 25, 2002.

  1. tysto

    tysto Member MEMBER

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    Focus on me.

    Raw emotion flow
    through me freely.
    It ain't easy to
    see me.
    Nobody knows the
    lows I've seen.
    I'm a machine.
    Programmed from
    birth to take care
    of home first.
    My blessings are
    my curse.
    Until my triumphant
    return back to the
    Earth's dirt I'm a
    always be known as
    the misunderstood
    misfit who lived in
    the alone.
    Who was misjudged by
    his assortment of stares.
    Who set aside his affairs
    to aide them in theirs.
    Who put his happiness on
    hold to help the helpless.
    Unselfish.
    Who compromised his zone
    to allow you to get in
    his space.
    In return you spit in
    his face.
    You left him hanging.
    Dangling by a thread.
    You couldn't get inside
    his head.
    He showed me how to adjust.
    Ain't nobody to trust
    but us.
    Til the triumphant return
    to the dust.

    tysto
     
  2. blakverb

    blakverb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    this is tight...no doubt.

    blak
     
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