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(poems go here) I want my words.. By Ms. Marketta Taylor
The black mother could only shed one solitary tear. To see her only son locked up for having no fear. For being proud of his color, character, and his dream; After all she planted the seed.
I DON'T ALWAYS CHOOSE TO TALK ABOUT HEARTBREAK SOMETIMES I WANT TO VENT LAY DOWN A PIECE OF PAPER AND GO AT IT WITH MY PEN BATTLING ALL MY EMOTIONS WITH THE STROKE OF MY INK LET MY FINGERS DO THE TALKING
In a world full of technology and communication we all end up in a seemingly endless situation in a world full of thinkers and hopeless drinkers the endless lovers and overbearing mothers