Poem: “Hear My Words”
Hear My Words
A soul and free will to do things is a gift from God.
Abusing my free will instead of listening, I ended up in jail. I feel like a retard.
My family knocked some sense into me and made me realize I only have one life to live.
My life I’m trying to live, people try to pull me down, it makes me feel as slavery is still around.
On top of that, within me is peace, at war with a beast when you look into my eyes maybe you can see.
Anger is an emotion I see that will always be, but patience is there to tame the feeling within me.
To forgive and forget is the best way to learn patience, do you agree?
Things that I’ve been doing have been assisting to be one with myself, you can say I’m finding me.
Change is one of the biggest factors that helped me if you change for the better good things will happen.
Look at me, I’m not speaking, but you hear me loudly. Call it my silent voice. My poems are the ship and my words are the captain.
I’m up all night arranging my letters to try to change the world because I feel no need for napping.
I watch as people hear my words and a lot of people they are attracting.
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