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To Zaria

I hope this poem finds you well As I am having grief Your mother seems to only sell My image as a thief And so I wrote this little rhyme So one day you will see That all I want for you in time Is to be truly free Many will say that I am bad And threw you to the wind And this is not to make you sad I’d say it’s to defend My love for you will never break My heart, it has it seems This life is always give and take To show you is my dream You see, there will be many times When PEOPLE lead you stray But look between these mellow rhymes And see a better day Do not believe all that you hear Investigate your sights For you create this world, my dear Reach unimagined heights I look at how I have to share This poem with the world In hope that you will find it fair My perfect baby girl Remember that you may be here But you are from the sky Don’t let temptation bring you fear See truth in other’s eyes Try not to take from this dumb place Seek only in yourself That void behind your shining face Is where you find your help I know that some believe in god I am not quite the same Your spirit is the strongest rod To beat the dark to shame Don’t take in things not up to par You are just what you eat And influences do leave scares Be careful which you meet Love what you do. Do only that Don’t let this world break you An arsenal’s under your hat Make sure you aim it true I feel a pain in thinking you Won’t see me for a while But praying hard is what I’ll do To make sure that you smile This rotten world is so unfair I tried to make it right And that’s the burden I will bear Each day and every night Remember what you’ve heard of me Is never fully true Because tho it is hard to see I did this all for you My love…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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