"What are you writing?"


United States

Drugs, weapons, and poverty from here to there

As a kid you only come up for air

Fighting girls released some tension

But everydays a struggle not to mention

You can yell, scream, cry but it doesn't make it better

Sometimes I feel people think "I wish I never met her"

I've always been taught to be tough

So releasing my pain and saddness was tough 

I was too closed in to talk

But writing poems opened the lock

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