Hanging by a high
Amongst trees
And bottles
Puff puff past
And swallow
Drowning my sorrows
Crawling into tomorrow
Itching away from the pain
Crawling into a mask
Looking into a mirror
unrecognizable
To myself
Morphing into a different beast
To tolerate the trauma
The screams that echos
With in the chambers of my brain
Another puff another swig
Lost in society
When I just want to get back home
To the arms of a stranger
Called Mom
(C) Maurice âSoulfighterâ Taylor
2-13.24
Poetic Recovery
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Black History month is about explosing truth.
Here is an exposing.
Eminemâs old tape tapes calling us Monkeys and N-words.
https://www.facebook.com/share/r/nZM1bDYEKpCjBEHS/?mibextid=xCPwDs
Rest in peace Carl Weathers
Helen Parties i didn't know Carl Weathers died.. Really loved me some Rocky movies. 😭
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