I was born dead from a dead mothers womb.
When she traded in her apron strings for a pair of shackles that she
won't cut loose.
Leaving my living in the hands of school and fast foods
Hell...Ain't like she got the keys no way!
oringinal poem
This is how I felt about life once. As a matter of fact these were my
exact words. You see we all have many gifts and written communication
is one of mine. I am a published poet. I use this gift to express my
spiritual journey in word. Words have so much more power than many of
us realize.
So what is your gift? How do you shine? What is GODS living light in
you trying to tell you?
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