Victim Of Poverty
Poverty stricken youth jus trying to make a buck
mom working two jobs and pops don't give a f**k
daddy never comes around ...
Poverty stricken youth jus trying to make a buck
mom working two jobs and pops don't give a f**k
daddy never comes around ...
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I SIT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all
oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with
themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
The ghost that hunts, but hasn't died.
He left after only a short time.
Never wrote or so I thought.
Years pass and something tore him a part....
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What do you see when you look into a mirror?
Do you see a face of grace
or the belief of grief?
Do you see a blessing of success
I see death--
It's not black nor white
he's got the star of David wrapped around his wrist
black clouds
Every year for Christmas
our family came together,
the children played
while the parents talked.
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The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.