Poems from drowninginmiideep
Richunda "Qveen Poetikk" Davis
-Poetry's a way of life. It flows through my veins.
It's a part of me, like I've been ordained
it's my ministry.
what do you know about menothing at all reallywhat do you think you knowyou think you knowthat I lie, steal, and cheatbut what you don't...
I often sit and wonderwhat made you gowas it my hairthe way I laughed, the way I joked
I often sit and thinkwhy did our relationship...
Salvation means different things to many peopleReared by a single motherAbandoned by a deadbeat absentee dadI am confused and angryNow am...
I do not recall the dayWhen my hand stumbled upon his Like a lost puzzle pieceAmong countless others I don't remember that sincere...
Drip,Drip,Dripwatch as the tears flowthe wetness of my pillow even though youll never know the nights I've cried myself to sleepwanting...