The streets that I walk detest me and revolt
The ugly faces of the women in this city is to god an insult
No solace is found in the sanctity of the Sacrament
so I strive to leave it all to a place where my dreams are meant
JTs Poetry
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The Invitation Poetry book
PoetryVote Please! A mixture o poetry and spoken word In some of the poems particularly the late chapter I have attached videos of me speaking The poems for listening pleasure I Thank you!!
