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Margaret Johnson Poem
She's caught in the black rain, emotions are swimming in darkness, as the
acid rain impairs her vision; within the depth her soul she's unable to find goodness.
The falling black rain has her mind in a state of confusion, murder is no longer
an ill illusion, actions has drawn it's fatal conclusion.
Upon her the black rain fell bringing misery with pain, living life in vain, constantly
seeing loss with no gain, and her mental health is far from being sane.
Few have already seen the devastating effects of falling black rain, it's aftermath
makes the sanest go insane, and those who survive the storm their lives will
never go back to being simple nor plain.
Falling black rain is a storm formed from mental pain, financial strain, loss with
no gain, and living life in vain.
Though, in my theory of goodness lies this conclusion," Things that we see as
being favorable unto living life is nothing more than our ill illusions," and there-
fore it's causing us an in-depth state of confusion.
Copyright © Margaret Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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Margaret Johnson Poem
Raped and Molestated in childhood,
Abused and Misused in pre-adulthood,
Alone and confused they stood; feeling
like tainted goods.
Let their soul cry, maybe then; they can
regain their pride.
They gotta let their soul cry
Their darkest secret's they lock away
within, this is why their flesh constantly
feast off sin; and everything in life has a
beginning, but never render an ending.
Let their soul cry, Crying is the only way to
gain their piece of mind.
One might ask," Why"? Then , I will reply,"
They need to see at least one day filled with
promise rather than pain and see the sun
without having rain.
They gotta let their soul cry, before their sin
cause their flesh to die.
Copyright © Margaret Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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Margaret Johnson Poem
Call off our Troops,
they don't have a
clue on the real
scoop; because
the President has
them jumping thru
invisible loops.
Call off our men in
green, death is the
only thing they've
seen; and only to be
used as the President's
personal killing Machine.
Call off this W.A.R, we've
been misled and we're
not sure what it's for any
more; but from the way
things are looking I would
say," That President Bush
Just Wanted To Settle A
Personal Score."
Copyright © Margaret Johnson | Year Posted 2006
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Margaret Johnson Poem
Humans are humans,
Animals are animals,
But a tourt is one that
seperates.
We live in a country that
claims to have greatness,
and the truth of the matter
is that it's in need of maintenance.
The tourt allows only who they
think is worthy to live in America,
and years ago they tried to deport
Black American's back to Africa.
Tourt's hate to see unity in any
community, and they will prosecute
if they think you have gained to much
from their country opportunity.
A tourt is very perfidious, and
their act's against other culture's
is most atrocious.
Tourt's only Divide, Destroy, and
conquer.
Copyright © Margaret Johnson | Year Posted 2006
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Margaret Johnson Poem
I apologize for all the
times I never heard
your lonely cries, so
I offer you my heart
to absorb every tear
falling from your eye's.
I apologize for never
being your back-bone,
but now I'm here to seat
you at the left of my throne.
I deeply apologize for
all the wrong I've done
unto you, and this is my
way to make it up," Will
You Marry Me?" in all
faith I hope You'll say," I
Do!"
For I Truly Love and
Want To Marry You!!!!
Copyright © Margaret Johnson | Year Posted 2006
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