Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
He was born with nothing,
only to die and become (a) god(?)
He was used as a bat upon my
body and head.
Made me feel lesser
than my neighbor
and burn me in hell
for blazing my
own path?
Real or not,
I will never
follow you.
l rather mix and
match,
filling
MySelf
with
Ying….
Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry. View more posts
Liferaft in the Abyss