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Shavondra Franklin Poem
She gasped the whole day of being ignored, the day before she engaged in a drug
deal, she've heard of it, never thought of it but crack kills.
Injecting her body, gave herself to illuminati, walks with a switch as if being a hottie.
That night she injected too many times, forgot everything that was in mind, she was
far from kind.
No one knew her they only knew she was part of the game, she dropped with no
indenity, a life destroyed that goes to infinity.
Awakens her from a dream, of course she had to scream, the first thing she did was
let down the team, denied dirtiness and stayed clean.
Dream of that kind didn't happen often, throughout the dream she pictured herself
laying in a closed coffin.
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On a human road that everyone sees but no one knows, that my soul lives upon
that road, the road that loves the camera strike a pose.
I follow its first mind and there it lets me shine, life goes on within a nick of time, I'll
give it my all my last dime, no one can explore it because its mines.
Someone once said why is there a dead end sign, but the road goes on.
No one drives on the road but though treats it with respect, throughout the days
the human road walks strongly from all wrecks.
They're repeatedly saying its something about this road I do not get.
A road that love its loved ones, this road adore the brightness from the sun.
This road barley complains, no license but the road is easily driven insane.
This road doesn't play games, when this human road overcomes being ashamed,
when this human road is a 16 year old, that carries my name.
I am this Human Road that finds a relief, to release all pain.
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The penitentary over flows, subtracting many from the road, open your eyes they
are still crime shows, those are the kind that never set a goal, its great that lord
knows.
Killings over money, in a long run your eyes are runny, what a beautiful day, most
inmates can't tell its sunny, being locked up is definately not funny, nobody's fault
but yours, think first dummy.
Molested a child, now ones scared to walk a mile, no answer to her mom but
continously she dials, blood and tears a pathetic pile, that's something that never
leaves the mind not even after awhile.
A history that'll trip ya` now you wish for a scripture, you never thought of him but
now god's with ya `, its good to know that he'll always forgive ya`.
Claim your convictions is just a word, something the law supposely heard, you need
to realize, you're getting exactly what you deserve.
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The things I see and hear everyday leaves me with no way, speaking constantly
Hey!
As I meet and try to keep someone always got to pull the sheet.
Cover my eyes prolong my cries, no slack on me thinking whose next in line.
Whose heart guide the key, and no life does not cheat.
Its not human but realer than real you'll never get it so what's the deal.
Ill suffer in hate vs. my family migrate similar to evacuate.
Its hard to watch people live in this world with hearts so cold, majority never make
it to get old, and lord knows.
If I could I would alot have the oppurtunity and I think they should.
Help one or more in need, your not promised to breath.
The world plus you, is there a sum?
Change today if tommorrow never comes.
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Our colored ones forced to work in the sun, beaten constantly with a gun, tortured,
did wrong, see your loved ones now they're gone, slaved from dusk til dawn. Being
sold, bought and once owned.
Freedom that we now slightly have, wonders thoroughly would it last.
Would this generation be taken beaten to death rapen.
Sold to the whites, hold back the words, tears, along with fights, scared to do
wrong focused on right.
Being a maid better yet slaved.
Children, teens, mother, father all at once they're slaughtered.
Heart drops when the human and horse arrives, yelling screaming all the noise.
All they needed was the sound of ones own voice.
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