Three Poems

My Background

Waking up everyday

In the land of slums

Drugs and bums

Guns with drums

All I know is violence

I became a copy

Following stopped me

Now look where it got me

You don’t know my background

Don’t act like you do

I wanna know, too

If only you knew

Me
Marvelous

Endurance

What If?

What if I was rich?

What if I got another chance?

What if I didn’t make mistakes?

What if I wasn’t me?

What if I lost hope?

What if?

– 6’10

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