I Remember...

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    I Remember...

    I REMEMBER…

    R U Crying or laughing
    Not laughing just smiling
    Not smiling just pretending to smile
    Pretending like a child….playing make believe
    But I do believe
    In laughter and smiles
    I remember them from when I was young
    Back when life was fun
    Back when living was fun
    Before the days of beatdowns and carrying guns
    Before the days of hating priests and nuns
    Before the days of sodomy and premature cum
    Before the days of innocence lost
    A monsters pleasure at a child’s cost
    Keeping secrets children shouldn’t have to keep
    Like the night I was awakened from my sleep
    For your perverted pleasure and my demise
    In the morning you apologized, said you loved me and wiped the tears from my eyes
    Years later not much has changed
    You’re still deranged and we’ve become estranged
    But I’m older now, and my memories leave me in a rage
    You ruined my coming of age and left me in shock
    You drove me to depression, on the brink of insanity
    ‘Got me questioning the man in me, ‘Cause you put your man in me
    You drove me to sadness, tears and eventually madness
    You drove me to this Glock pressed up against your head
    You drove me to the confusion of which of us should be dead
    And can I deal with the consequences of it being either one of us
    So your prayers are being answered
    ‘Cuz Nigga I’m dam sure ready to Buss…..
    But I’m also ready to live & maybe one day be able to forgive
    But I’ll never forget
    So now I’m laughing….Really laughing
    Now I’m smiling…Really smiling
    Not pretending to smile
    As I live and love as purely as a child
    In my second childhood

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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