Poetry Corner: Freestyling

We weren’t given a handbook or guide,

So the mistakes I made I’m chalking it up to living.

I grew up without a father to teach me,

So I didn’t know what a man was.

I just adapted to my surrounding.

Dreams and illusions of floating around gentle like a feather in the cool breeze,

But in reality I was blind behind the wheel driving.

After I mastered my lust and passion,

I stopped failing and crying,

Wiped my eyes then started flying!


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