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Chosen
This is my poem, I have'nt even been writing since youth
2004 is when these words became profuse
Out of verbal abuse, rejection, and low self esteem
Took me 32 years to realize mothafuckas aint what they seem
They seem like an angel but really they're on the cusp
of demons darker dusk i'm the blunt that they lace with dust...
I bust this literary nut, not because I want or to stunt
I make love to this art and become one with her cunt
Once I realized all this fire was in me
I harnessed my anguish, now all hell is coming with me
My hell was feeling empty, now these poems will expose me
Now you will see what Cold see's can you spiritually hold me?
It's unfolding, I am an instrument wanting God to compose me
I never chose poetry, I think poetry chose me.
Cold
