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Live and Let Live
My life is like a quarry, where what’s valuable is dug deep, underneath this thick crust-skin Those who dare mine the gold in my mind, declare it to be extraordinary Though most seek the jewels & glory of saying they took what’s good from me Like a fool I stoop low for letting another abuse…
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Messages from your Mom
Hey, your moms messaged me asking how everything’s going. Inquiring if I’m up for grabs or taken, if I got kids on the way or ones that are almost speaking. A lot can happen with time and distance once a relationship has been broken to pieces. Talks with your moms brewed emotions, stronger than Cuban…
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Do it (circa 2009)
Opening up and being vulnerable is something new for me. I’ve written poetry and other works in secret for longer than I can remember, being afraid to show anyone my joints because I didn’t want people to judge me or whatever. Thanks to family, friends and therapy I’ve built up the courage to finally share…
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Dissect the Dialect 