I can’t tell you what i was thinking about while writing this piece. Words Came all along i was writing.
Rich,
Poor,
Full,
Empty,
Love,
Hate,
Love hate
Hate me
Love me
Tears flooding,
Why?
Ask him
Ask them,
Don’t ask me
Am a new born-child
In their old world,
In their dirty washed world,
But born with a mission,
What mission?
Ask me,
I’ll tell you
Don’t tell them,
Hide it
As they do,
As they always got to do.
Am a child
But I already regret
To have knew them
Even before my birth,
Who are they?
Ask them!
Barryck R.
March 8th 2010 at 9pm
Perched on the sixth floor wondering!
Fes, morocco
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next step is recordin ur poetry .. bcuz the structure reflects how it supose to be read and the meanin of it!
GREAT JOB
ur r telling the truth so and that only small paragraph has already nasewerd a lot of my question that i had in head so thanks and continue what u really love to, do
Sum Tin Wong thank you so much
Thank you mary. These words you wrote mean so much to me.
Thank you
Barryck,
I love it… Dunno why, but as I read from the first word onto the next I feel my heart beats fast! Like excited kinda feeling
Well, I really didn’t know how poetry have to be like… But for me, your words felt honesty, liberating to me…
I hope you understand what I’m trying to say…
Again, I love it! *claps* for you dear..
Thank you Aurora, Your words mean so much to me, Thank You again Princess Azzra