When it’s Not Real
I don’t really want to talk about you
I said if I ever wrote about you, I knew it would not be much to say. You were a farce,and really never liked her anyway.
Some men see your worth by your looks.. your face. And once you are pretty, things take a different pace
Things move fast and you are taken on this incredibly forced ride. In the end, you are left stripped of your ever fading pride.
When there is no love involved, you literally lose your way. Even though your dumb-founded ,broken heart begs you to stay.
Every person you meet should not be so easily given a piece of your soul. Because you see, the parts you give away are what makes you whole.
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LaTonya Staples
I’m a southern single mom with plenty of imagination and a lifetime of experience. Criticism just makes me go harder!
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I could tell you a million things about them and I could talk about them for hours. They are the music to match my day and the light that guides it. When my mind races to the brinks of dark places, either of their voices brings me back to the world. I am connected to them via our souls and linked to them by much more than blood. Because I carried them and pushed them out into this sometimes hostile world, my only thoughts are of their safety constantly.
By LaTonya Staples2 years ago in Poets
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