My own pain gave me poetry
Im an artist....
No retaliation PHYSICALLY
My words writen or Verbally
Strikes like venom
It even poison holds no position
Karma and Pain should have the same name.
I pray the demons to flee
Most times the ones we love or try to
Still harbor a forgotten pain an without warning
It stains our names
Unapologetically I don't forgive easily.
Understanding doesn't always mean understood We emphasis words we want to project
Twisting purpose into meanings
Wishing others to reflect the same things we neglect
Justification doesn't mastermind
Freedom
Holding a place of clarity momentarily
We can Never "Face Time" with time passing within seconds
Like moments we want to Relive

