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Apr 2014
Eyes redder than the blood in my veins
I came with hopes and dreams, but only left with pain.
Who's to blame for this layer of filth on my skin you call shame.
A smell so putrid it's blocked out by my brain.
Take a walk in my shoes if you doubt my claim.
Gun to my temple so I don't have to aim.
I praise the most high but I'm still going insane
******* in my ear when I hear her name
Love her to death even after my grave
Ambitious like a stripper working late night to pay her tuition.
Who's to say its wrong if she's just using what God's given.
Educate her on life if you believe her views on dignity aren't right.
Could she stop even if she had an epiphany tonight.
Survive life without a bite to eat, or a place to sleep
Dignity is expensive but talk is cheap.
Jay Bryant
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