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Derrona Watts Poem
The clouds are rolling in.
As I think about my skin.
Because I sin.
Will I ever win?
As my head spin.
I think about my twin.
It felt like a jab in the chin.
Will I ever win?
I'm in a closed pin.
Thinking of my sin.
Because I don't like men.
Will I ever win?
Because I'm gay.
Everyday I have a price to pay.
When I pray my clouds are gray.
But sin is sin.
Screaming lord make me over again.
Looking through this mask.
A blast from the past.
Then I ask WHO'S CHOICE.
As my palms begin to get moist.
Because I never played with girl toys.
And always chose to run with the boys.
I'm crying tears of joy, but there is no noise.
My spirit has been destroyed, nobody wants to employ.
I'm 19 with no babies, tierd of living my life off maybes.
My reflection in the mirror is now clearer.
But the smiles still bitter; to them I'm just a sinner.
But one day my goal is to be a winner.
Until you know where a person been, never judge a person by their sin.
Lord will I ever win?
Copyright © Derrona Watts | Year Posted 2015
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Derrona Watts Poem
To the mother
That was always undercover.
Who Re-Entered my life when I lost my brother.
As the tears rolled down my cheek.
I could barely speak.
But to never think in a week.
I could feel so weak.
Before I went to sleep.
I would always count my sheep.
But the love was so cheap.
From the love I never gained.
To the rain down the window pane.
As I walked in shame.
From the hurt and pain.
But to the mother I never knew.
The sky is still blue.
Can you love me.
Like I love you.
Copyright © Derrona Watts | Year Posted 2015
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