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Dantrel Taylor Poem
Which ones are chosen,
How, let me count the ways,
I'm feeling some type of way with these streets that I cannot pave,
I'm a loner in world of glory days,
Socially awkward and my communications on the same page,
What type of individual would you like me to be,
When it all comes down to it,
The answers no,
I can just be me,
I can just be free,
I can just be able to speak my mind like,
Which ones are chosen,
I need your attention and i hope you hear me,
I can only tell you what's in these words and days of no further worries,
When I expire and transcend to the next level,
Make me who I'll be in the next life,
Please add good genes and morals,
So I can be,
which ones are chosen!
Copyright © Dantrel Taylor | Year Posted 2015
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Dantrel Taylor Poem
My instincts coincide
with what I believe my attributes to be
People,
no more directly
you indirectly
Influence
what I mean to me
How I tend to move
What I tend to see
Not all the time
does our light shine together
But our average of sunny
Shines through
And weeds out
What I know
stagnation to be
Premeditation at the beginning
We always dreamt
What our lives could be
What together our lives could mean
Marching by our own sound
But when in silence
Meditation is key
Marching band on our side
I know the director
The director….
that’s me
Copyright © Dantrel Taylor | Year Posted 2025
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