Don't Make Me A Burden

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Spoken word poetry about loneliness. Being lonely is a choice and can be a rewarding one. Appreciate the times your by yourself. It helps you learn about you. How to love yourself so you can love others. Solitude is important. More spoken word videos on YouTube, find poetry here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdMMZWTNHJ4

Submitted: December 04, 2015

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I rather be a positive,
look at all the bloody sins in my bedroom,
Flashing multiple pictures like an old cartoon,
Look into my eyes, you'll see the one who despise, he'll look through his mind and find an open dumpster,
Burry me with trash,
Don't pity a fool, he created his own disaster,
I rather be alone,
I stay locked in my room when I'm home,
I walk around, eat and say no word if i don't have to,
Dribble my basketball, look at my painted wall, watch an hour go by or two,
I rather not be a burden,
Maybe I'm lonesome,
His pen his only one,
He masterbates like he got three thumbs, should I go back in my old days and throw text messages to women, look for the finest one,
To slurp on my manhood like she got no gums,
I must be the wrong one,
Where's my blessing God?
I rather be positive,
I want to change my life around,
Maybe I should be political,
Twist up my vocabulary, reciprocal,
Make this shit logical, whichu know about the ethics, far from spiritual,
I as the individual will throw my head on my pool of sin bed, and rest,
I rather be positive,
I have a job, a car, a home to sleep in, so why I write these words like I'm living worse than the average man?
Probably because the average man has something better an the wealthy one, he has love, where's the dictionary, I don't know this one.
I rather be positive,
My girl oh aw man sometimes I feel like I'm loved, sometimes I feel like a liability, trust me,
Our relationship is perfect, minus the bullshit, I just want her to be happy, so I keep making tears fall on her face,
Maybe my choice of words are misplaced,
Everything is like a re-run this motherfucker, pencil traced,
She's a diamond in the dark, I just want to embrace,
Maybe it's because I'm trying to hard, let it flow young solider, poise and grace,
Don't make me a burden...my choice of faith.


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