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Tiesha Turner Poem
who am i really ?
good question huh?
...well maybe
somebody come save me...
my thoughts...i think they hate me..
certain things comes to
mind that i dont understand
make me feel insane an in
other words... crazy
i know they hate me they remind me daily
roughly passing through me
heavily, why me
please leave...
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Tiesha Turner Poem
My pen blend the thoughts in my head but sadly these aren't the only thing facing black woman they blame bad luck and lacks of buck with there hands outstretched they're reaching for change but i only have common sense to lend because knowledge.. knowledge is priceless and being broke is the equivalence of ignorance
its far from bliss.. its far from this i tell them to listen but they cant even afford to pay attention..a nations generation so caught up in the affiliation lost with no destinations empty seat at graduations.. searching for patients feels like im searching for the man in the red and white sweater with the hat the blue pants and the glasses again .. "dang there i go getting distracted again".. bad habits and friends seem to mix like a affection and gin while it seems the only shots that these people can bar tend.. and we we're back in church and its not even the week im just praying that god lets me see another four season as i ridicule this fabricated truth told among the youth that success can not only be found on a court but also in a booth, as i sit and view this news of this suicidal genocide that got us scared of our own kind , they got one life lost to white lies and jail time what good are the eyes if your mind is blind?, what good is the message if you ignore the signs you see my word is like a chemical compound im just trying to get a reaction.
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Tiesha Turner Poem
you know I miss you
not talking to me all day
hurts you
but it kills me
sadly...
thinking all the time
hoping shes thinks about me
its crazy...
you see...
people don't understand me ...
us...
the love we contain in this life
we spend
plus trust
if there is no trust
who is the word we call
"us"...
maybe w don't have the
connection anymore
just two people who like
to fuss
don't for get how you stand
vertical in my face
and cuss
...I don't cuss
cause trust is just not with us
Copyright © Tiesha Turner | Year Posted 2013
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