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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I first lived in Brooklyn I later moved to queens It was a struggle all we had to eat was white rice and beans . My whole life I watched people slit throats to chase their dreams. Gun shots was my alarm clock, and the constant sound of ambulance reminded me to cherish life To cherish a breath that many may never again Mama always said don't keep friends to close, men will deceive you, I said yea right mama I don't believe you, until my friends turned in to snakes and snakes turned to lions and lions turned in to poison apples and then turned in to snakes again, moving in tall grass and took a big chunk out my ass and left a scar that will last, that's when I learned how to heal my own wounds and take out my own trash I grew up to soon I had to be a solider I had to be a goon to deal with these buffoons late nights, coming home drug addicts would be stretched out on the steps , with a needle in his arm it wasn't anything new I continued to walk ,crossing over his body shaking my head I knew he wasn't dead, it was just all the drugs that messed up his head, the hall way walls had dried blood stains and dried gum. The floors had empty cups, smoked cigarettes,empty weed bags and condoms. A little kid walks by and asks what's that? Her mom says its a balloon. Knowing that shes growing up and she will know far to soon The elavators has graffiti with small drying puddles of urine but I became immune to it I stood at the corner I slept on the floor with out a pillow for my head I said it was better off being dead at least in the coffin they give you cushion for your head... To be continued My pen is to DRunk.....
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