Poetry is whats begun to flow from me,
veiws and opinions expressed, pure,crystal clear
never second guessed,plain ,untainted,the true face of my feelings,
un painted,un moved,un changed
you can challange me with intellegence,shower me with hate
beat me with pipes, or threaten my life
but you cant stop me,im always gonna write.
let me use your mind as a canvas
with these words ill paint you a picture of madness
in this world people close their eyes to the lies and the sadness
they block out the screams and the violence
deaf dumb and blind is all they are,
driving by the needy in their brand new car
fumbling around in this world were meaningless
usless,wastes of skinn,but what if we step up?
mabey then our life would really begin.