June 1, 2017
Hands withered, worn, tear, repeat, beat my skin
as they live in sin…
Why me, can’t they see, let me be, just a child,
wild, just one second from the rope, loss of
hope, nope, there were other plans for me
you see…..
A baby, I will never see grow, seeds that
will never breed, bleed out the mothers
womb, tomb…..
Bars behind, in line, black and white to
keep quiet….
Fists clenched, drenched, murder on hands,
death trying to catch my breath, but, again,
not my time in rhyme….
Life on track, SHE has my back, my story
isn’t over, my four leaf clover……..
*PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*
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PoeticDarkness 