Poems from Mafi Grey

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I went through a lot of hard life situations, but it never stopped me from trying to make something of myself. Currently, I'm following my dream to become a chef and on the side is the passion I hold deep for poetry. I hope you enjoy my art and my poems. Oh, just one more thing, please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when I have an audience behind me. Also, It really shows when a person responds to my quotes or poems can make you feel that special feeling saying you really can do what you can do. I mean it's like a painter who puts his new work in the gallery for display for all to see, and then turns around to see 10 to 20 people standing around trying to figure out his inspiration, his thoughts, and what lead him there? I love when a person understands me and when their trying to dissect my thoughts. Also, when my work of art can help others cope with their monsters and to help a person become inspired. Thanks a lot. I grew up without a father, but that never stop me from becoming a man; yet I thought life would be easy but it wasn't. The pain that I grew up with was hard, but the thought that grew with inside me was even harder. Could I be a good father, could I contain the pain; could I even forget or could I be something better than what he tried to be. Before I knew it, I woke up a man with pain in his knees, with hair on his face; even with sweat, tears, and blood on his sleeves. The lost of hair, the responsibility of having faith in you and where I worked my hands far pass there capabilities. I believe that I'm a pretty fine man and that one day that I will love my children as mush as my father and mother did... Me and my friend has a group, he does music, rap, making beats, and videos. I help out there and here for the music, raps, and videos. I used to rap myself and we go way back. I join the team and he wants me to lead the poetry side and I agreed. If anyone wants to join, then email me at shameergriffin@yahoo.com and I'll see what you got. Check out my page: https://www.facebook.com/MafiThePoet
The art of meditation is a doorway that will lead you to its wisdom. Yet your memories will reveal the secrets of conversation. Then again...
Yet his tears were light and settle they sudden became heavy and frightened. But not to fall, but to fly far away from sight and mind....
They say having a reason is simple and having opinion is complicated. So this is the same example for forgetting and remembering.
I don't believe in falling in the darkness, I only believe in a light that doesn't have a light switch to turn it on or off.
(My Father Was My Shield, Yet My Mother Was My Sword)   Sickened by it's touch, yet life was stricken from my presences. I blinked twice...

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