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Dear past oppressors,
I don't forgive your malice.
I don't know if I ever will.
The damage done is certain,
all your taunts, they haunt me still.
My self-image has been shattered.
One tear
Because that's all I can spare
You slowly walk away
It is finished
This last sunset
This last laugh
This last moment
Gone, forever
The rain then came
Please scorn not the poet
For the rhymes too slanted,
For syllables miscounted,
For content hard to read.
Did our history keep
Shakespeare’s first love sonnet?
Virgil’s practice poems?
A promise broken,You said you would keep me.You said you would stop,Mommy, Daddy can you hear me? A touch from God saved me,
My best friend was the bottle.
My brother was the smoke.
I lived it up real good
Before life caught up and choked
Me out of my mind.
And now I see
That I was killin' myself.
Now all that I need
