NEVER GOT WHAT I NEEDED

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    NEVER GOT WHAT I NEEDED

    I never got what I needed

    This is a cruel place,

    With a foul smell & foul taste.

    This world is not what it should be,

    It was not made for me.

    I never got what I needed & I pleaded

    All I feel is defeated.

    Lost hurt & now conceited.

    What have I done to deserve this,

    Why is love & compassion what I miss.

    Never had a dad,

    Life has always felt so incomplete

    Always messed up never neat

    I feel as though I am condemned

    I feel my heart will never mend

    I feel so left out of the loop

    Perched alone here on this stoop

    Stuck with all these roosters in this chicken coop

    Waiting for life to be more than a bunch of poop

    I never got what I needed & I pleaded

    Like a break line I’ve been bleeded

    All I feel is defeated

    Stuck in this world where no one cares

    Ask anyone life is never fair

    We have enough food for all but no one shares

    Everyone always wants more or something else

    Everyone is only for them self

    You ain’t nobody if you don’t have wealth

    You’d be lucky to have insurance like health,

    I am just lucky to be alive with good health

    Living in a world where money is tight

    This has been a long and hard fight

    Surrounded by evil does not feel right

    Redemption finally just might be insight

    I feel like I’ve been starved

    My life & heart has been pre carved

    More than two hundred rounds just spared

    I spent my whole life behind invisible bars

    I never got what I needed & I pleaded

    I never liked the way I got treated

    I only feel defeated

    I also feel depleted

    Most time’s I feel not needed

    I feel I can’t breathe this

    So I wrote & now you read this

    I never got what I needed & I pleaded.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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