you know what am thankful for?
I met the devil
He was without red horns or pitch forks
He was tall , handsome and black
He had a beautiful skin,kind that you would spend millions to achieve.
His hands protected me
His lips encouraged
His strides could turn heads
Hi voice so smooth
Almost velvet like
His laugh.
A phenomenal occurent
That you would like your son or daughter to inherit
Now tell me..
How could someone so beautiful be corrosive
How does he do it?
Where does he find the courage to stand tall and encourage me with his words..
While his actions make me want to suffocate him
What am asking is
Who's this man
What right does he have to talk to me?
Does he really know my father?
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PIECES OF A CHANGED SOUL
PoetryEver thought about poetry Poetry that digs deep into your heart? These are my poems.zero plagiarism They are all fictional No real character involved No vulgar words It's gender sensitive Love prevails But heartbreak hurts Sad poetry #barakadepoet
