In the Palm of His Hand

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just different

One pound thorough, Thirteen ounces bred

An innocent child born, but who knew I bled

They say I'm so gangsta, and need to stop cussin

I start bustin, they ducking, then they really know me

But they really don't...

They say imma be miserable in years

My tears don't mean weakness...

I'm speechless!

A hole in my heart born with me, sin torn in me

I'm incomplete.

A doctor was chosen, my mind was frozen

He came close to me, fixed me internally...

Closed up my emotions with a stitch on my heart

So I won't let you in

It pumped steadily with beat, that when I felt the heat

this young thug speaks.

I'm emotional, mysterious, criminal-minded in the sexiest way

No fcking play, I don't give a fck about you anyways...

They say.

Mur-murs, slurs and the curse of the words, all wrong but not sin

I learned through the thin, the thick never wins

And all I want to do is just be me...

Like the day I was in The Palm of His Hand. 

(Est. 2010)  

This poem was written in my 20's

Stay tuned for "In the Palm of His Hand 2"