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I cried in the arms of a stranger.
couldn’t help but to cry,
overwhelming emotions,
tired of having to lie.
There I sat vulnerable, ..
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An eye for an eye, is that how it’s to be?
I hurt you and then you hurt me.
Round and round in circles, battling for our love.
The only t..
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I tired to kiss you, how I kissed him;
But it didn’t feel the same.
Yours was felt by my heart;
and now I feel ashamed.
Don’t know..
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My beauty far exceeds what your eyes can see.
So don't judge me by my face;
or the curvaceous valley that divinely make my shape.
I am more the..
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A vast landscape of G-d’s creation, I stand vulnerable to your eyes.
Lovely mountains and valleys, all the stars in the sky.
Your fingerti..
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This was one of my very first poems.
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My eyes are not blind,
they see the truth.
They see the fallen,
and the hopeless youth.
My eyes see the workers,
and the scars that are l..
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This is a poem I wrote about Detroit.
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She hides behind a mask
to afraid of the truth.
To afraid of herself
of her broken youth.
Her mask has dimples
and innocent eyes.
For hers ..
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