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Devonne Polk Poem
I give my all , when I write these words , your probably sitting back , thinking this guy's, really had the nerve , maybe it's the drinking , stunting my learning curve , reminiscing on my past , soaring like a bird , these bad memories fill my glass , until I slur my words , I ain't never had no dad , so how I'm supposed to know , if you never water a plant , and expect to watch it grow , lost my mom when I was twelve , heart like the driven snow , and I been in and out of jail , like all my life so , No , expectations to prevail or reach them heights and go , to a place where I exhale and show the world I'm more , then a two bit thug , I inherited the dysfunction , watching my mom on drugs , and embraced the only culture , coming from where I'm from , disrespectful in it's nature , but yet still filled with love , I can't lie there is a hatred for the things I've done , I grew up feeling displacement , from the spirit above , always seems the devils chasing , and just won't let up , but know that , I was born of greatness , so I can't give up , get high now back and forth I'm pacing , this is your brain on drugs , and know my family can't relate , to when my thoughts go numb , all this contemplating taking my motivation to run , and every set back that I'm facing , makes me feel like a bum , I Know I hurt to many people , for me to sit back and judge , but if forgiveness as no equal , how come , I don't feel the love , seems like their pissing on my head , blocking my view from the sun , probably not long before I'm dead , so give these words to my son , and my two daughters , know that daddy was a son of a gun , and to the people I call family , know that my love is obscured , he must be crazy like his mammy , an understatement of words , but I give thanks , to the one who had me , so take that bull wit cha , even if you don't understand me , know that my empathy trust , and my loyalty's withstanding the disappointment from us , when this life gets so demanding that you feel you just can't , remember one thing that you are battling , is the person in the mirror!
Copyright © Devonne Polk | Year Posted 2023
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Devonne Polk Poem
I love out of loyalty , respect , relevance, trust , and time , so to not love someone who has been with you every day in your daily life is absurd, I say all the time , people love gestures , big moments of displays of grandeur.But to me it's the day to day every day 24/7 that really counts , and though love can be one sided , you can love someone , appreciate them , value them , regard them. They can not even see you the same , they can tolerate, or accept your presence as it benefits them , to me love is , you don't bring anything to my life but, you yourself , your presence is the value. Everything you do is a bonus to that love , but if you can't do anything. I still want you in my life. Most people see love as what can you bring , give , benefit , connect me to , boost my self worth or make me feel. That's not love. Love is the good , the bad , the ugly , the dark moments. The I have no reason to want to , I can't even explain why I do. When you love and your loved past your flaws , your problems and hang ups. It's easy to love someone who is always their best , all the time. Who never does anything wrong. Who doesn't have bad days. Think about it , people love their favorite sports players when they make big plays and win. Michael Jordan , Tom Brady , Kobe Bryant , Paton Manning , Lebron James. Their all loved until they have an off day and don't score or switch teams. It's easy to love a person who is rich , that always gives us money , that always has time for us , is always there to listen , who helps us with emotional and physical pain. Who shares what ever they have with us. Who never tells us no , who complements us and encourages us. But what about the people who don't have anything to give , the people who are broken themselves , the people who deal with us at our worst times. The times when we're selfish , inconsiderate , obnoxious , drunk , high , pissed off , hard to deal with. The people who help you move , let you sleep on their couch , loan you their car , the ones who only have $20 but give you ten so your okay. The ones who give you a ride to work and don't ask for gas money. The ones that sit up late nights with you , when your hearts broken , or have a job to do or practice. Those are the ones who get forgotten when most reach the top. When people get rich and successful they always name the people around them at the time they reach their dreams. But not the people they stepped on , used , benefited from along the way.
Copyright © Devonne Polk | Year Posted 2023
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