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Poetic T Mar 2018
Soiled streams, that never
           find a mouth to taste
upon the nectar of life's nourishment.

Seeping like pure tears of loss,
             but life doesn't drink only.
             Neglected and stale stains linger.

Nourishment of a soul only
                          echoes the loss,
   never needing life's bounty.
Brian Payamps Sep 2014
She said, "How can you just stand there and not care"
I stood my ground as she melted On to the kitchen floor
Told her, "You don't have to hurt no more."
As I walked out like her deadbeat Farher. The door slammed.
Went. Copped a bottle.
And let the project shadows swallow me
Darkness mixed with Hennessy.
I pictured you in my greatest dreams
A minime, a better me
The hurt the pain was just airing out me
Talking to myself in these empty streets
Who is there to hear me!!
Never did I ask why me
Thought I'll help you find your destiny
But God had a better plan for you that didn't include me.
Was it my fault child?
Did I *** short child?
From the **** and the liquor in me
No rubber on when she begged me... to stay.
Your mama brought the devil out from me
But I loved her, loved her more deeply than what I've loved anybody
You were the make or break
The should I go or should I stay
Only man to smile when the cycle didn't come around.
Ask God where I go from here now?
Where you a boy?
Where you a girl?
It doesn't matter with her looks and my attitude you could have taken over the world.
Sun rising as I walk back in to the projects fading shadows
A sticky lobby while wait for this pissy elevator
32nd floor express
As I walk in I see your mama there melted on the kitchen floor
This is a letter to my unborn child
Hope my words reached you in my prayers
Letter to my unborn child.

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