I didn't choose poetry
It chose me
When the world needed a voice
I was chosen
When the lost and hurting
Needed to cry out
I was chosen
As my brother and sister poets before me
I speak for those without a voice
I comfort the hurting
I bring joy to the sad
I didn't choose poetry
It chose me
I accept
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Dance
Dance Move your feet Feel the beat Vibe with life Music is Life All things connected to one cord Peace and love Sway with the tune Don...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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