Poems from Michael Anthony Mccale
My life of sin with no pen here we go lets live it again. what i hate is the hate with in this mind of mine for the ones that I love. Always have been shone a how to be racist at the same time looked with the same eye saying the same thing directed my direction from the ones they say they love,,me. but show the same hate to people and they show the same to me, That's BLASPHEMY so i directed my hate to demonstrate the fate of there mistake of teaching me this hate. I fought back with gods help falling in love,,,, my Black,,,,wife in time to find a hate with in side she did not like.
I must confess I am confused all the time with what I should do
I choke my mind so many times a day on things I already know I should do
I...
Whos looking
why are you looking
at me
am I ugly
I'm I good looking
why are you looking
Is there going to be a fight
I am hard looking...
I don't know
how it goes
why the wind blows
where the clouds go
what to show
who knows
why the birds sing
why do we have to think ...
Here is where my feelings belong
sitting and letting my minds escaping
the cage that's holding
the chain that's whipping
the fait of a...
I am a mind slam
slamming the very thoughts
brought on by the world I was hurled into
Mind Closed
The feeling of being unclothed
People...