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Rasean Donald Poem
Have your past ever been so bad, that all you want to do is lock it away,
Lets introduce,
Street walking, and deadly talking,
pain and several loses,
Lock it away, send it to me, No keep it, its your......
Skelton Key,
Human souls buried away,
Angels called home, demons stand about in your face,
Victimized, a suspect in their eyes,
Souls burned alive in the pits of the streets,
Funeral cars stretches miles like a parade,
I have committed the crime of a bystander,
I feel terrible.
The past is terrible, where is that dang key, I need to lock this pain away,
I know I can try to stop this but I decide not to, its like a drug, it gives me a maniacal rush,
Why I do not know,
red paint spills on the street, zombies and vampires drain the life from the Earth itself,
Trapped souls cry out, begging for help to escape the null void,
I close the door holding it, trying to lock it,
boom, I am knocked on the floor,
The past come flooding back in,
Tears roll, flooding my surroundings,
Suicide, murder, attempted, assault,
I have committed all of the crimes, to self and others,
911 its me,
Hello? what do you mean,
I have figured it out, its me.
I have found the key,
All this time, I have been looking for the key to my past all this time and its me,
Pull out the blade, pull out the gun, pull out something,
The time is coming,
911 its me, don't come looking, you will not find me,
Where are you sir, what's going on,
Granddad I'm gone, do not report to the scene,
I pull out the gun, we are our own.....
Skelton Key.
Copyright © Rasean Donald | Year Posted 2016
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Rasean Donald Poem
Why? Why me? That's what I want to know,
Cursed into a family where hatred is the way we love,
Mistreatment is the way we disguise our pain, our hatred towards each other and....
misfortune,
Beatings and yelling's, feelings and dealings that we do not look for,
Heartache and black eyes,
Busted lips and crying eyes.
Why? Why me? I really want to know,
I am on my knees yelling to the sky,
The wind blows as my skin deteriorate, washing away my sorrows, anger and bruises,
My past wins as my future loses,
Tears of vengeance is burning and emerging like the flames from a grill,
Judgment of Demons and Angels overwhelm,
God talks to me saying my time is coming, the devil talks telling me to punish,
Manically I laugh wanting revenge on the past, rip apart, tell it to kiss my behind and don't look back.
Why? Why me? Tell me now,
I finally got a reply,
Look at yourself today the Angel says,
everything that happened shaped you into a man, a father, a person who lets no one else bothers,
Strong like rock, smart like technology,
Determined like hero's,
Mad for what, you are what they hated you would become,
Show! Show them you have made it,
Bless their souls because they are going to need it.
You have asked why and now you have your answers,
Your past might blows,
It is your past, the real reason you have grown,
keep pushing my dear, the time is near,
The angels are coming, so are the Demons,
Which one will you answer to?
Tell me, Tell me now!
Your decision is critical, let it be wise and a good one,
It will determine your battle, so lets not be foolish.......
grandson.
Copyright © Rasean Donald | Year Posted 2016
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Rasean Donald Poem
My body, my possession have be violated and stripped away from me,
A story that I kept locked inside, in the deepest part of me,
Men and women explore my skin like a prize that they have won,
They climb on top or make me face away, tears burn my cheeks as they have their way,
No person believes me, I yell and scream as I tell them what these despicable human do to me,
My insides hurt, my rear end burns, my brain is mentally drained,
Sleepless night, scared of the creaking door, letting me know a client approaches,
Weak and vunerable, no adult to run to, dead or alive, my innocence they deprive,
Something they turnt into a NAKED WEAPON.
Years past and this continues, Im use to it because survival isn't the issue,
I plot and plan on a way to escape the horrid treatment but I have no one in my corner but God and the devil who whisper dirty fortunes,
Telling me to take revenge and let him in,
I fight day in and day out, hoping that God answer my prayers,
I slice at my wrist staining my skin for eternity, as blood pour out, pain soars out as well,
I close my eyes and wait for my life to leave my body but only to be met by hospital lights,
I panick, scream and kick, yell to my foster parents calling them hoes and bitches,
The doctor shoves them out, asking me to calm down,
Its mines I yell, Can't nobody tell me how to use my NAKED WEAPON.
Days past as police dig in my conscious, doctors steals blood and run test,
But what hurt them the most is when they saw my rear end open and torn,
Fear and shame flooded my heart, denying everything those monsters did to me,
I rolled over and cried asking God to come and save me,
Days past and I was about to get released back into the pain and agony that I once lived in,
Scared that the torture will be twice as what it used to be,
Walking past the police I grabbed his gun and fired upon the demons, last but not least,
I turned the gun on me,
Evil does,
Evil see,
Now the world will see how deadly not listening can be.
Copyright © Rasean Donald | Year Posted 2018
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