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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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