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Spoken word

March 19, 2017
By jibril GOLD, Decatur, Georgia
jibril GOLD, Decatur, Georgia
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Words very bleak
Arms are weak
For it is truth I seek

Every week
The ranting I speak
Everyday I want to squeal or shriek
My face always shows my true emotion
My soul has the true commotion

The steps I take are forward motion
The feelings I feel are stable but untamed
My body is breaking and that is the end of the game

Without them it is not the same
Every move feels like shame
For I am the one who is to blame



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on May. 20 2018 at 3:18 pm
WolfWhisperer0911 BRONZE, Austin, Texas
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@jibril Great poem!

Patrick82432 said...
on Mar. 22 2017 at 6:09 pm
Patrick82432, Cheektowaga, New York
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Where voice had failed<br /> my pen prevailed<br /> and like the winds, became a gale&quot;<br /> <br /> ~Me

No problem, keep it up @jibril

jibril GOLD said...
on Mar. 22 2017 at 5:44 pm
jibril GOLD, Decatur, Georgia
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Thanks @Patrick82432

Patrick82432 said...
on Mar. 22 2017 at 11:31 am
Patrick82432, Cheektowaga, New York
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Where voice had failed<br /> my pen prevailed<br /> and like the winds, became a gale&quot;<br /> <br /> ~Me

Nice piece! You should keep writing for sure.