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A collection of poetry that has recieved four stars or more at writing.com |
| It took me years To define My individual rhyme That comes from the rhythm And the emotional schism Of my soul as A pragmatic, overzealous Black man Who, in definition Has none Just me Wallowing in my own sea of regretful waters Hateful envious brothers and Heartbroken lovers But the past is my life And I choose to live it In spite of my strife I choose to live |