FLECKS
A POET
May 4, 2008
A POETS POEMS IS NOT JUST
MEANT TO BE READ THEY SHOULD
BE FELT LIKE THE WIND ON A
SPRING MORNING,A POETS POEMS
ARE NOT JUST IDEAS THEIR WHAT
THE POET SEES,FEELS AND HEARS
A POETS POEMS CAN BE BASED ON
HOW THE POETS IS RAISED AND
WHERE THE POET WAS RAISED
ONE THING THAT MAKES A POET
DIFFERENT FROM EVERY ELSE IS
WHEN A POET CRIES THE TEARS
FORM INTO A POEM.
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"THE HOOD"
May 4, 2008
“The Hood”. The hood is where I live the hood is where we live; the hood is a place on the border line of what’s good and what’s not right. People say that they are scared to live where I live; they separate their kids from our kids and they make where we live seem like a place where animals live. I am far from a kid but close to becoming a man, so my duty is to make a change where I stand.
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May 4, 2008
"Shots fired" when i hear shots fired it aint nothin to me but a dude eating 50 bullets is something i could never belive,but i know how it feels sitting in the whip while another man tries to empty his clip at the whip,everybody says your life flashes in front of your eyes when your in the mist of losing your life,but the only thing that was on my mind was to stay alive,while bullets pass before my eyes. i never really thank god maybe because i didnt feel that he helped,shit half my life i had to help myself. i dont wanna sound displaced but i feel the one who controls my life is the one with my face. my brother told me i should be thankful to be alive and i am, i just didnt thank the sky.
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