Keorie Mcmillan Poet Free verse

Thank My God

I’m trying my best to figure it out
 but i don’t know how to solve these problems with inadequate equations 
What happen when friends cared about my well being 
My entourage can all fit in one car now
You should’ve seen us 
friends before enemies are dying 
It seems as if we lost the war 
I guess that’s more important than my ancestry existence 
Currently still incomplete on who I’m voting for 
Who told the boy he was a man 
Taking a stand
Stabbed in both hands 
Look at his dangling head
So many strangers broke bread 
But lead the opposition where I’m laying in bed 
Chess with the clock got me staying ahead
Things run through my mental as I cloud my brain to forget 
I can’t explain my life to my jit 

If I was to  die tomorrow 
I’m sure that I played my guitar one last time 
I contacted friends of mind 
Relay my dreams and shine 
Deny my calls when you around people who doubted me 
Conversations about the king 
You switched sides on me 
24 I can die like Kobe 
I have no since jumping over the jump man
Sunday service with uncle Muhammad

As a unit separate into couples 
with goals that caused us to distance ourselves from problems that’s not acknowledging the toxic 
Without sense I drink 
Without cents I drink 
Cloud my life away to think 
Black and mild my life away to mello 
I see 7 in one of  the biggest cities  

My mother passed away she was murdered it still stuck with me 
Her throat was slit 
They said she was a crack fein 
They only counted sins
So I’m blue 
I Mac millions but I should change my name after you 
The pastor to cruel 
If I pass away 
The master may have a chance to tell me my true purpose 
I really wanna die but I’m
Nervous 
I have to be here
Hearing the unfaithful
Stay and wait for shoes
Or make the shoes
Lay my tools on a scale embarrassed on what to wear to the event where everyone stare 
based on outfits you choose 
That evening I didn’t express my voice 
I’m a boy and a elder without his certification
I’m so perfect I didn’t notice satan had a red dress and she claimed to be a princess 
I’ve been stressed 
Since friends of mine died
I’m still alive 
That’s a plus 
I must go now  
On my journey to be more alive

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Martin Braun March 14, 2020 at 8:08 AM We are all made in His image, foes and friends. But only one paid the price and by that, the war is over. There are those who don't understand or are still fighting. But in faith, there is peace with a blessed assurance that we cannot earn Heaven. If we could buy Heaven with deeds, Heaven would not be worth buying. So accept mercy and offer mercy to all. While others ask for judgement, it is by that they will receive their sentence. Thank you for the poem.