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Jason Massenburg Poem
I haven’t slept right in weeks, and come to think of it, it’s been a while…
I’m filled with sadness, pain, and anger, but still… I smile…
You may ask me what’s wrong…. and I front with a disguise,
But if you listen very closely, and you’ll hear my cries, through my replies
and then I may tell you there’s nothing wrong, and just shrug it off with jokes,
But all the while, the picture I paint is vivid, with very few strokes..
Its never easy to disclose what I feel, or even wear my emotions on my shirt,
So excuse me if we cannot laugh at my pain, or feel my torment when I hurt…
Copyright © Jason Massenburg | Year Posted 2016
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Jason Massenburg Poem
Most people rely on others for love and support
But I'm here.... alone, afraid, and nervous...
I'm unsure of my next move,
Because everything I touch disintegrates...
Where are you ??? Where are we??? Better yet, Where am I???
This search for my consciousness is relentless, as I remain in this unfathomable state of mind…
With everything pitch black, with no light, no one, and no sound,
How can I work my way up? When you constantly kick a man while he's down...
Copyright © Jason Massenburg | Year Posted 2016
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Jason Massenburg Poem
I am a young black king,
I do not portray myself as someone who sells drugs,
I do not glorify taking another person’s life, because ….
I am a young black king,
I was not born into a family of wealth,
Nor am I pretentious; just thankful for my sanity and health and regardless,
I am a young black king.
No matter the trials or tribulations that I may face,
Could never compare to the years of torment afflicted upon my race and still..
I am a young black king.
Copyright © Jason Massenburg | Year Posted 2016
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