Can I get some replies
Oh why oh why must a poem die
When not recognized
By wise guys with time
To develop their inner mind
By reading these lines
With one breath that can define
The great track of time
Revealed to the blind
Beloved by few that can claim as mine
Become a legend when betrayed through written crime
Oh why, oh why
Must my poem die
You speak a word of truth or please me with lies
Read words critically and try to criticize
So I can live my ways free and circumcised
Reword the words I say so I to realize
What emotions inside are truly my demise
I shall close my eyes
And when I open up wide
I want to see cries of "whoa" and "that's tight"
Oh try, oh try
Don't let this poem die
You've been given a piece of me you must water with your replies
Listen to my demand as I sigh
From uppin my own poem from the bottom of the pile
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