Creasent: Providence Poem

Friday, July 18, 2008

Providence Poem

Providence Hood to hood gunshots, people bleeding Why he die, wrong color Starving every other night Street fights! the hood Do you feel the least bit worried? Far from the love I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lord hear my poems cry Why me, why me Such a struggle Drugs, drugs, drugs Only I... Sign in to see full entry.

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creasent I feel you I want to die at times, cry at times* REJOICE FROM ALL THIS PAIN!!* Hating the trials your mind has held* Let me know brother, let me know* you can read, you can write* THIS IS YOUR TIME IN LIFE!!* Our family has thousands of secrets* you hold them, I hold them and scared to admit them* ITS NOT TIME TO DIE!!* Im scared and I finally admit it* *NIQUE*

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