Is it a scar or festering wound that's infected
I Am affected...
I live with an insane rage that puts me in a whole other book rather then merely a page
I Am affected...
Don't dare compare or compete
You wouldn't know because it's how I Am personally affected
I Am affected
The world depicted then I depicted myself
I Am affected
These words strip me naked
I Am affected....
Somebody gotta let the world in so they can escape
The lies that hold more weight than the truth
That determines how we are affected
I Am affected
So I write to speak my peace.........
I Am affected
By the war that inner peace sparks for it to remain
I Am affected
By knowledge, wisdom, and spirituality
Scholarly not sourly with courage not cowardly
Ancient history holds the legacy
The foundation that initiated Self....
My work is concentrated to be most effective
This was my purpose and why I Am what I Am
Not to mention how I was and still Am.....
Affected
About the Creator
Delos Henderson
Prolific poet that only expresses Soul with intelligence. I Am from Philadelphia, Pa. originally but I have been living in Georgia since 2000. Follow me on Facebook and Instagram @Delos Henderson......
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