StolenA Poem by Erik A. HarrisWhen something was stolen from me, this was my vent.
i come back from work
to check my work but see it's gone someone's picked it up walked off and moved on feelin a little rage but fell just short of facebook's gone postal page im afraid reality is simpler than this melody while it looks like deletion it feels like abolition don't drop those bombs on my subsconcious, no i can't see the words through the hustle and flow oh no, its you, you must've turned the odds flipped them wrong side up made them feel a little odd i know im not a good mc but i was raised to be the best i can be so i try tell me who tell me how tell me why i can't be what i want even when i try put my best foot forward to have the ground ripped from under me like my work gone from this reality it feels some how like the plagiarists took a shot at me and with my work gone no way here that i can move on. © 2012 Erik A. HarrisAuthor's Note
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AuthorErik A. HarrisRosston, ARAboutI'm lyrical by nature. The sounds and emotions felt in music inspire and bolster my music. I am a whimsical person, go with the flow kind of guy, a free heart. Yet I am military, pro choice, and a .. more..Writing
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