Unrepentant
My sins are catching up with me, yet still I'm unrepentant.
A demon came to take my soul but back to Hell I sent it.
Life has made a joke of me, now time will bulldoze through me.
God must love to fuc#, cuz when he gave me life he screwed me.
But really though, that's just a joke, no deity creates me.
Cherokee pumps through my veins, now time discriminates me.
Native and white, it mixed up right, think twice before you bait me.
Add flesh and bone to guns I own, that's who I'd wish to date me.
Most times I feel invisible, I've never been acknowledged.
This body that I occupy it needs to be demolished.
Then maybe I could try again to create someone better.
Mentally right, whom folks would like, stand smiling in a sweater.
With confidence and quicker wits, a smile unforced nor strained.
Then perhaps I'd find happiness and kill these inner pains.
Copyright © Wesley Roach | Year Posted 2015
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