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Sep 2010
My record
Reflects some aspects
Of my character
Not all
At all
At all costs
I spin
When I face faults
I skip through
Scratched melodies
Like the cracks in the street
The new sound is ground-
Breaking
Breath taking
And painstakingly made

However
Its a bit worn
And prone
To wear and tear
Easily offended
If not handled
With care

Snap
Out of thin air
Music is not made
But strained
By the heart
And trained
To be felt
Though the mood
May not always
Fit the setting
I'm letting
My soul do the telling

Whether wrong
Or right
The song
Tells truth
A human being
As flawed
As his record
My storylines
Along with time
Improves
The soundtrack
To my life
Played beautifully
By the maker
Joseph Childress
Written by
Joseph Childress  30/M/Detroit
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