My random sh*t

"In my eyez tears cried from ownership , and my boat has already... sailed and sunk from the surface of faces, because I cant let anyone near me, but still i cant sleep or let anyone skin deep, but I know when u look atme, look past my skin that seems, as though an old man has been trapped within see, I can ramble an few words from a preamble that stands to make a mockery of what place i sit in today, but still a previous aquaintance of Bekka beckons me to not byte my tongue but stand a man here and say, That something like a high percentage of my peoples dont like one or another individual of my people, and while we fight amogst ourselves I realize that through it all in the end we still aren't equal...."

that was deep. i really like it :grin:

i really liked your poem. i can relate to it a lot.