My sinsA Poem by Jamesself explanatoryMy Sins I’m sorry now I’ve seen the dirt you’ve uncovered Don’t wash it off Wear the deceased pain with pride Undermining my understandings that underlie with yours Don’t wash it off For it is my compass That guides me from the same storm that came later in life darkness stays the same © 2017 James |
StatsAuthorJamesAtlanta, GAAboutI hail from the suburbs of Georgia. I am 17 years of age with Jamaican parents. I was born in an Long Island Hospital on the 23rd of January in the year 2000. Now in this day in age I artistically pri.. more..Writing
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