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What it Does to Me

Poetry By: Tyrone Slade

Tags: Hope, Poetry, Poem.

This is about what we see and what we can do.

Submitted:Jan 25, 2007    Reads: 127    Comments: 5    Likes: 1   

As the days pass,

From gloom to shine,

Some days I laugh,

Others, I can not,

I see people who won't,

That makes me laugh.

I want to cry,

When I see others in the cold,

With no home,

And no love from those who have.

That is getting old.

I feel frustrated when I see,

People noone understands,

Fighting so hard to be understood,

It makes me mad.

I feel angry when I see woman,

With men who only know,

How to express anger.

I think it is sad.

I feel like a failure,

When I think,

I can do nothing about any of this.

Then I think I can.


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