LaToya Martin
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My SkinA Poem by LaToya MartinMy skin settles with the evening skiesIt dwells in the darkness of nightIn the morning time, it awakesStill in its beauty-LaToya Martin |
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MIRRORA Poem by LaToya MartinBlamed for displaying broken imagesFor ignoring inner beautyBlamed for awarding the outer maskA trap for the weak as well as the strongMirror, approac.. |
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Friend of the FamilyA Poem by LaToya MartinI love youBut yet I hate youYou are the hope of my futureYou were my guidance in my pastMy father despised youBut my mother adored youYou were her wil.. |
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This ChristmasA Poem by LaToya MartinHe went on and on about his childhoodAbout how he walked miles to school barefoot in snowOh how we chuckled to his many storiesGrandpa spoke about whe.. |
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RebeccaA Poem by LaToya MartinSold for what she wasn’t created to beGiven for the pleasure of anotherOh how pain is now her newfound loveBeaten by the hands that constantly d.. |
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Weed in the GardenA Poem by LaToya MartinGardener, why was I planted here?What did you see?The gardener replied, a little weed from the earth standing with nobodyBut the sun burns, said the w.. |
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