Poems from poetic child

poetically I express myself<3
He knows how to lead better than what led him Even when poverty, insecurities, and depression fed him Being fed lies of who he would become...
Our voices are heard But maybe our words go in one ear and out the other We barely communicate with our sisters and our brother’s Try to at...
did you think to say "free my brother" while he was doing his dirt gang banging,drug slanging,and selling that work you never thought to...