Still LifeA Poem by BrentA freestyle poem about being relevant.My whole life I've been "i"rrelevant. But, I'm relevant. I carry the pride of two races some die in a race they won. Some cry on shoulders or pillow cases. Dried flowers next to broken vases. Another drop in a sea of broken faces. I'm broken but fixing to be a legend. I've been rejected 6 times. Now, this is my 7th Heaven. Bless me or curse me, they heard me. And they see me achieving dreams that I foresaw when life was just a wrecking ball. I was racing downhill to nowhere. Past signs saying "Don't go there!". Past friends that I haven't seen since the last year I was a teen. My new ways grew out of these old days. Born again without dying. The still life finally in motion. Truth found after years of lying.
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19 Reviews Added on August 29, 2017 Last Updated on August 29, 2017 Tags: poetry, reflection, irrelevant, growing up AuthorBrentCAAboutWriting was the first time that I ever felt strong. It was the first time I felt that I could make a difference in the world. I know they are just letters, little swirling symbols. Yet, they are the f.. more..Writing
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