Black Poetry : Tip of my Pen

poeticlyspeakin

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Home is where the heart is, but my heart isn't her
Occupation
Living
She’s aching
To be loved in a way
That she only reads in books
But has never been witnessed or displayed

So with the tip of my pen
I
Wrote to her soul
I
showed her my soul
I
Captured her mind
Cuz I
Gathered the time
To
Feed her hunger
That
She had always suffered
All
I could do was write from within
And… well,
It only took the tip of my pen

She’s dreaming
Of life, cuz she’s not living
In this world cuz she doesn’t
Indulge in what they are giving

She feens
For the touch of affection
That her peers never tried
Cuz they all were caught up in their own reflection

She prays
That she will fall
Into a trance that will blind her from all
Of the hate that churns and crawls

She prepares
For the worse, cuz the best doesn’t come
Only for those that deserve it
But those are only some

So with the tip of my pen
I
Wrote to her soul
I
showed her my soul
I
Captured her mind
Cuz I
Gathered the time
To
Feed her hunger
That
She had always suffered
All
I could do was write from within
And… well,
It only took the tip of my pen
 

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