AddyA Poem by N. James FrazierJust problems with my life ...
This Orange Pill
Everything I am,
Everything I am not,
Takes me up
Tears me down,
Makes me a prince,
Strips me of my crown,
The little orange pill,
How sweet it is,
The reason for my success,
Is nothing more than a life’s temptress.
The w***e she is,
Selling herself;
Twenties for five.
As they come around knocking,
And their hearts never there.
The little slit on her back,
Like the slit on my wrist,
She marks where she has been,
And the love she has stolen from me.
Ten years gone,
My heart to ashes
© 2008 N. James FrazierAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on February 10, 2008 AuthorN. James FrazierChicago, ILAboutI am 20 and I write short stories and screen plays. While also attempting to direct them and turn these pieces into a film. I also right some poetry. I am also a manager/director/and advertise for a s.. more..Writing
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