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My Hero
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Dang, were do I begin
Should I start the story of my sin?
Maybe thats too broad but here I go
Im not your average 18 year old you know
Once upon a time a few years ago
I was a bad kid, stuck on the below
Doing drugs and alcohol...a true sloppy joe
But I wasnt all bad, I had some art in me though
I aspired to be better cause I held my own master key
But how could I ever climb the Bottom of the Tree, the Tree
The Tree, The Tree I call life
Cause I kept something on my kneck, called a knife
killing me slowly cause I was stuck in this strife
This conflict, this hold that I will never have a wife
Instead
Instead
I rather be dead, than gay and hated
putting anger in my head
Starting from the words, starting from the hate
I was told by some people that I could never enter through Heavens gate
But instead for me it was too late, I was doomed, I was damned,
Cursed by Gods hand.
I thought it was true, I thought I should just die
I did nothing with my days except for cry
But one day i fell in love, and it was a dream from the stars up above in the sky
It was art, it was beauty, it was a way to express
For once in my life
I lifted up my own stress
For once in my life
I felt I was truely blessed
It was my salvation, It was my release,
I am finally at peace
Poetry
That sweet flowing art
Like the blood that rushes through my heart
My Hero, the thing that helped me depart.
It was the way I let myself know
that I am not alone, I was part of a whole
And I am no longer hurt by words like Homo
This is my story on how poetry opened my mind
It was my truth, my own design
The glory of it all, it is truly one of a kind.
Yet I have a message for all of you who began to decline
Keep your head up buddy, your story is unconfined
dont let anyone throw you in the back of the line.
Let poetry be your hero, I did and the feeling is undefined.