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this is a poem for my dad;

One page left blank Can’t find the time Of day to illuminate Words of grace and Dear God save her For she has lost her Way

and to say I’ve never been a mess would be a lie, tell me there’s a map wrapped up in my veins to get out of this.

momma raised me raised my voice daddy fought me fought my words I never got to sit down no dinner time set in stone free to roam th..

There’s a smell in the air Like daddy’s work boots There’s a talk in the wind Like j.daniel’s slur words There&rsquo..

I am spent, spending time as if I am so close, in reach of the better feeling. I used to indulge in words, their sound and texture. I used..

Ben stood up, shook his head and grumbled, “I am so sick and tired of you, Dewayne! All you do is take, take, take. You took Gwendolyn from me..

Pull. Pulling. Pulling, pulling. Pulling, pulling, pulling myself up. Up from what? I can feel a series of bruises developing, the sting of&..

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Just something I scribbled, not much of a poem.