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Pluck
Poems
Sep 2023
Your Honor
The only judge to success is if you can look in the mirror and see your honor.
Life is permanent but in your court you decide what you get to launder.
I don’t require a jury, I plead guilty of becoming prisoner to my imagination’s fluctuations.
I say my goals out loud and then get to the end of my sentences like punctuations.
My mom, Pops, the only people I talk to when I’m on trial.
Ive been the bar since a child, if I can’t go the distance I’ll challenge the legitimacy of a mile.
They made that **** up anyway, this is my world and I define far.
To turn my back on myself would be the only time I could be behind bars.
Still, I sacrificed my small freedoms today for immense freedom later.
You know how It goes, rocks are next to hard places, cut It all out and get paper.
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