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Lashawn White Poem
Your sound reeks with pain
I hear it,
I feel it,
It is loud and fierce...
Your sound reeks with fear
fear of being free,
fear of being self
in a cold cold world....
Your sound reeks of sadness,
Sadness filled with tears
that has cried rivers and oceans
and streams, that only
dope fiends can relate to...
Your sound breaks my heart,
it is contagious
it is outragiously sad
I wish you could quiet it down....
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Lashawn White Poem
One day, I will be happy...
i will love
i will be at peace
i will stop crying
i will not hurt
One day, I will walk with you...
we will talk softly
we will hold hands
we will love
we will cry together
One day, things will be okay...
no one will die
no one will cry
no one will hurt
no one will be alone
One day, things will be clear...
we all will understand
we all will share our light
we all will be found
One day, all questions will be answered...
our hearts will be resolved
our minds will be at peace
our persons rested
one day..
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Lashawn White Poem
cool with collection
not afraid of anything
now his own landlord..
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Lashawn White Poem
Power with struggle
continuing to keep faith
clinging on to hope..
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Lashawn White Poem
Innocence stand by
halfway to understanding
realizing pain...
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Lashawn White Poem
a true living word
nonexistent in life
lonely without you
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Lashawn White Poem
Pure joy inside you
truly universal you
connecting people
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Lashawn White Poem
The moon is your son
The sun is your daughter
The earth your baby
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Lashawn White Poem
Breathing in and out
waiting on the next good thing
it never happens.
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Lashawn White Poem
Beautiful circle
colors on your fingertips
legs are your life line..
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