Poems from OldestOfFourKids

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I am the oldest of four kids and a military brat.
You make my skin crawl,Like writhing maggots beneath,Like the innocent child's scrawls,Tainting my canvas, my skin.Your words, they pierce...
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give Life.Not a decaying swamp for men to...
My life is a book composed of many different chapters. The lines I write within each one determines what comes after. My book began before...

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