I reminisce my pain  How it was lined up  Grew up misled by my own man though don’t like him because I was mistreated So how was I wrong?   I never asked for relationship He acts like it’s my fault  when I ask why he starts getting rolled up He never cared; that’s my lesson …

Poetry Heals

Poetry is like gusts of fresh air Harbinger of the soul’s catharsis Flowing emotions through the pen Concealed pain written across the pages Healing the pain which was long buried…   Keep_Reading 🙂 🙂 Love ❤ ❤