Rip open my chest.
Hear the beating?
Contrary to belief; I have a heart.
Go, take my voice too;
I don’t need it.
Yelling won’t get past these walls.
I’m not a number;
I am a person so,
give me a new jumpsuit,
not orange
I will show you my colors.
You will not tell me mine
Your style is very refreshing, love your work!
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I’m glad you enjoyed it. I know, my writing is a unique from most!
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Pure and raw emotion drives your words into verses that speak boldly yet with a certain softness.. Caro
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Thank you so much, I love poems that evoke senses and emotions. I find that they deliver a far greater impact!
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Love this! You have great talent :)
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Why are you so darn nice?! (:
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Touching portrayal of prison life.
Nice poem, as always.
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Thank you kind sir, was trying to go for that dark, gritty tone
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Beautifully said!
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Always appreciate the awesome feedback!
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love love this
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Thank you very, very much!
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