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Reflection

The few i call my brothers Are turning into niggas those cute little things i couldn't take my eyes off They've all ran off To the deprived lands In the city of lost souls I want to join them How i wish i could be them But you cant make any different by being like everyone else Happy home! happy homes turning into obituary grounds For those who lost there soul To hate....to love...to passion....to confusion Play grounds turning into pimp grounds Lass turning to guards Belittling those things we stand for.....

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Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 4/22/2012 5:33:00 AM

Free verse with a strong message. Enjoyed your thoughts Prince, nice to know you are still here! Soup mail

Diane Christian

Date: 4/22/2012 2:01:00 AM

aww nice work, thanks for your kind comments on my poem God is great, God is greater than great my friend because the person I tried to help is now talking to me again and not only did they talk to me they even hugged me in church the other day wooo Praise be to God Amen.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/21/2012 9:09:00 PM

this is a sad one and I enjoyed your "reflection" you expressed it well, Prince!

Gwendolen Song

Date: 4/21/2012 3:44:00 PM

What a cultural thriller, Prince...I think each time I read it something new jumps out at me...wonderful free verse...this is the kinda free verse I love..passionate! Have a great rest of your weekend...thanks for reading and appreciating my poetry. Gwendolen

Chiquitachiamaka Baity

Date: 4/17/2012 9:53:00 PM

I love this one Prince..