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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My soul has been cut by a spiritual blade. Out of control and I only finished the eighth grade. I've walked the dark path and so many mistakes made. I heard the devil's wicked laugh but I wasn't afraid. I trusted no one, due to physical and sexual abuse. I've held a 38 caliber hand gun but couldn't put it to use! Women in my life, I just wouldn't allow in my personal area. Even when I obtained a wife, it was border line hysteria! I often wonder about the abuse I suffered as a child. Did that contribute to sex, drugs, and running wild? The fast life can cut like a knife, but I continued the climb. But it all would lead to fingers being pointed at me for a crime. I was afraid to go to trial although the crime I didn't commit. Past crimes as a juvenile would make me look like the culprit! I just couldn't put my fate in the hands of twelve strangers; And so I'm an inmate, but I refuse to succumb to the anger. I couldn't go to the funeral when my momma passed away. Such pain like I've never known beneath my breastbone and my soul went astray! I buried my grief and walked around just a shell of a man. Relief was found, as I fought my way out of hell and that dark waste land! I took my pen and begin to express the pain. Just to releave the stress that was slowly driving me insane. I always knew the poetry was buried inside me. But who would have thought this poet only has a G.E.D. Yes I'm a poet, and oh how I feel so emotionally free! And you need to know it, that my whole ordeal is in my poetry. If you could see inside who I am, you'll discover my pedigree! My love is bonafide and no need for a diagram in my poetry!!! *Wrote for Amy Green's contest (Tell Me About You)
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