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Marcus Belcher
Poems
Jul 2017
Jumble
There's no promise for you
My black man
Feels like my life is ****
Through black sand
Undirected and unprotected
Yet selected
I feel rythm through words
Sending my song up high through birds
You see the sensation
Yea my proclamation
To give you information
Stop wasting in the basin
Listen girl
I don't wanna stress you
I just wanna learn
And undress you
So know that this is tangible
Giving you time that's mangable
Written by
Marcus Belcher
36/M/Pelham, AL
(36/M/Pelham, AL)
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