This Poem was Submitted By: JESSICA D. DIXON On Date: 2000-03-29 22:24:08 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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IT'S THAT DEEP!

They love me and say i'm sweet,my poetry higher than the sky a level they scared to reach.An expansion of my mind and how I don't waste time,passin my words back like they not right.It's that deep they can't even feel me,and read my words they say damn who is she.A book of knowledge scared to see what I see trying to percieve it's the same air I breathe.I flow from the streets my heart and soul inside of me,many wanna compete but I am never sleep.Scared to face reality cause my poetry makes them weak,and they speak like they ready to succeed.From guys to girls and the death of o'shea my heart is mine that's why they don't feel what I say.To people that talk and judge my poetry to the end speak what you must,but if you're a poet like me you'll never understand what flows through my pen.My mind, my soul, my heart, my poetry is what makes light go to dark.I don't play gotta face reality, my poetry makes them think.......... MY SHIT IS THAT DEEP...............   

Copyright © March 2000 JESSICA D. DIXON

Additional Notes:
O'shea is my daughter


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