Thursday, January 14, 2010

A DEEPLY ROOTED POEM:

HOPELESS
They say life is what U make it
How do U explain that to a baby born H.I.V. positive
Look in the eyes of a queen who was raped
Feel the pain of a mother who child was an innocent bystander
Go speak to the kids in the group home who feel unwanted
Not to mention the lost souls in prison
How the fuck can U tell me life is what U make it
For some life is just Hopeless
...........................Pray for the Hopeless in Haiti
Misunderstood Soul, a collection of poems available @ http://www.drbooks.bigcartel.com/

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