My Papa
Three years ago my papa died,
I remember all the tears I cried.
I remember the times of basketball, ...
Three years ago my papa died,
I remember all the tears I cried.
I remember the times of basketball, ...
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Grip my hand
Don't ever let go,
Just give me one more chance
To let you know,...
It's hard to describe how I feel right now
I want to explain it but I don't know how
I can't believe its come to this
it's our world, not just his
I was brought up and taken care of not by my mom and had less paternal care and consideration. I lived together with my dad and my mom's love but was too far away from the former's care and...
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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 ...
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....
I see death--
It's not black nor white
he's got the star of David wrapped around his wrist
black clouds
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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.
Every year for Christmas
our family came together,
the children played
while the parents talked.