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I See Them.

Poetry By: Tyrone Slade

A poem about one of the most hated type of people known to man. My we help them instead of hate them.

Submitted:Jan 8, 2007    Reads: 133    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

I see them walking,

Laughing and playing,

The clothes, the hair,

Sexy and amazing.

The look of lust,

Set deep with in the eyes,

Calling to me,

Saying to me,

"You can have my prize."

The softness of the skin,

The soft sweet voice,

This battle I can not win,

Do I have a choice?

I try not to stare,

They are always there,

"Here, here, I'm right here."

Why must it be?

I know what will become of me,

A man who has murdered,

Will do the same to me.

I know it is wrong,

I can not resist for very long,

Everyone will hate me,

Some will want to kill me,

Someone should kill me,

For she is my neice,


She is only three.


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