Poetry by: Hrsh Reyalitee
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or your thought.
To get people to talk.
Then get our feet to walk..Reminisce
I remember the way I was taught.
The trears I’ve given that couldn’t be tasted or traced to sweet.
The treats that have rotted teeth to me! …because I don’t see those smiles how I use to.
So many faces including my own that are drowning from the arm that I’ve lended.
I should of let or never given to begin with.
I was going to tell my sheets the truth about my system but I looked at my system.
My shit stinks, and my facts could clear a room.
I didn’t know it was so bad until she told me my ass stunk.
Not from lacks of washing but
my spirit is coming through my pores.
I am no angel.
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