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Open your eyes
Take care of what they don’t see
Cause sometimes
A mirror is only as clear
As the reflection
It has to be

    - A.C.E
ACE
I own all rights to my writings
You crushed it ...
It was a simple smile,
A basic 2 hour conversation
That turned high cheek bones
Into a dissertation of laughter
A paragraph of struggled breathing
a sentence filled with
Simple thank you’s  
And  a period that ended in a subliminal
“Cause I needed that “

-A.C.E
ACE
I own all the rights to my writing
Who
Who ?
Who was I to you
Before You were you to “me “
Before- I lost who you were in translation
In between languages-  I can’t speak
Who muffled words of wisdom
On how to save myself
Yet, what good is anyone’s help
If I can’t  remember who I am

-A.C.E
ACE
I own all right to my writing
Just by myself

Just by myself
in a room full of hurt
in a room full of hurt

I’m alone in a room full of dirt
in a  room not knowing my self worth
it is and has been finished feelings
I remind myself that  don’t exist
Yet my tears are instance
it’s senseless

Just by myself
in a room full of pain
in a room full of shame
in a room full of pain

broken but no words
but all words are left
in which we make sure
they aren’t spoken
a death letter is all I think to write
but I’d be wrong
A sad typical kind of tired
singing of lyrical suicide
should be my last song .
A melody in which I control
I’m alone
I can’t change the ways it made me

once feel  
I want a lasting forever
a best friend something that is real
but you don’t want it
you want to exclude me
like everyone has always did.

I remember this feeling it’s the same felt as it always did

In a room full of pain
A room full of the same
A room full of hurt
in a room full of hurt ..

outsiders don’t look in
because insiders don’t understand
what they see when looking out

.. in a room full of hurt alone
in a room full of pain
Just by myself
ACE
I own all rights to my writings
Dear man of mine
I realized your not here
Not here to help me out
Not here to wipe my tears
Dear man that wish to know
How memories that glimpse you
Come and go
How moments. We’re im missing you
Never seem to show
Dear man who left me behind
You have room for error
As I’ve been broken
Beaten brushed choked
And still hurting
Dear man who died
I forgave you for not being in my life
I forgave you for not raising a ******* child
Dear man I’ll never know
At times I think I needed you
And others I feared I’d be just like you
Dear man who deserve to die
My strength came in two
It came in ignoring hellos
And trusting good byes
Dear man who was my dad
Dear man who should of been father
Dear man who beat on woman
Dear stranger who’ll never walk
His daughter down the aisle
Dear donor
Dear death
While bones shattered
Skin gone and hands laid crosses upon your chest
Dear unknown
How I never needed you
To realize I’d always be on my own
Dear Adele
Dear chuck
Dear Mr. Cunningham
Dear father of another man
Dear abuser of an infant
If finding the right name to say happy birthday doesn’t fit
Then I’ll consider
Dear Mr. domestic violence
Cause that is why
Your not here
ACE
I own all rights to my writings
....
Ive been deleted from your story lines
Erased from all subliminal
Dimensional , propagandas
But we ain’t finished , NO ?

You take me into short paragraphs
Long essays and half written notes
Rough draft me in pens and
Mechanical pencils -till the lead breaks off

I’ve been photocopied
Faxed and printed
Right before the paper ran out
I’ve set tones in different shades of ink
Till I could be creative with my typed words
Or end in a conclusion
Using text to speech

Further more I’ve been published
And read while being silent
Authors have Acted and acquired
Protesting my silence
In activist and feminist
,civil movements that labeled me unjust
Passive aggressive during
Non violent peaceful protest
That massacre and riot
In violence

I was 5 fingers
10 toes
And an earlobe
On a face , attached to a body
But could not breathe
CPR could not revive
And here I sit trying to
Resuscitate a life
I no longer have left inside
The walls I bury
Within me
ACE
I own all rights to my writing
This is not suppose to be my life
This is not suppose to be my truth
Confused , lost and emotionally scared
This is not suppose to be my worth
This is not suppose to hurt
But it do

Unlimited lifelines left
But know one use them with
No one who I can trust me with
No one where I can chose love with
No one who I can just put first
No one where I can express my worth

This is not suppose to be life
This is not suppose to be my truth
Confused, lost and emotionally scared
This is not suppose to be my worth
This is not suppose hurt
But it do
ACE
I own all rights to my poem
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