Inner Turmoil
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Melvina Germain
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Forgive thee for thy lack of love
questioning the divinity of such power above.
With verse do I blaspheme such spirituality
prevalent within thy dream.
Must I use this skill of mine to shed
words to be approved by a certain kind.
Shall I hurl words only thought about and
place them on the page, no shadow of a doubt.
See miracles yet to flow thy pen from
the mind of an old maid, labeled old hen.
Wisdom shackled, now spirituality freed,
I'll spill my guts as I shed your seed.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Sept.30/2015
Time 3: 10am
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