What Scares Me
I've been here and I've been there
and ain't nothing but one thing anywhere
that makes me scared
at the penitentiary.
Those closing bars would get
wild hollers cause men face a century
and other men with themselves weren't true
The loud noises and sudden fights
and a man taken down with a homemade knife
frighten most through and through
I can sleep next to a freaking murder
and that wouldn't bother me neither too.
Y'see my tears well up and I be trembler
when I get out and I see my 12 year old son -
*this poem was censored by Poetry soup so the word freaking is another word and the coarse language was removed.
No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm troubled sphere;
I see heaven's glories shine,
And faith shines equal,
Arming me from fear.
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