Dec 2014

By Arcassin Burnham


I should burn for this,
It was written,
The lead in the pencil splits,
It was the end,
For a new beginning of this,
I use to cherish this,
I use to take it back,
Not easy being black,
Its sad that's a fact,
Like I wasn't really ready for this,
Felt unrelated in this,
Messed up world,
Careless boys,
Careless girls,
But someone indebted to this,
Rappers say they carry guns like this,
Is it necessary,
Would the virgin Mary try to cool of
And Ever worry about a heat.

I like the last part
Arcassin B
Written by
Arcassin B  19/M/Palm Coast , FL
(19/M/Palm Coast , FL)   
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