Rewritten? Aint It?

so its written already;

 but im rewriting it like history dates being changed

rearranged, for me,

 or for the rest of the world to witness until they get it ,

 history and events never leaving in a endless reoccurence,

 strange is it? i write like im from thy rennaisance ,

like im the witch bout to be hung and burned at the stake

 or try this trial trying to make a diffrence

 as im a slave to this prison,

 they locked me in,

 the world holds me accountable

 like i owe... it, when the people i owe are either already dead or dont exist,

 excluding my parents because tis only natural ,

 and if they had only knew,

 i would only care for a beautiful girl, in my eyes , a angel,

 and these word i write with pen and pencil,

and i would yell and be on the streets like kill me,

 then ima make history,

 out of no one knowing me

, make sense aint that the thought of what  usually is thought of when you black when your human trying to make a union of spitually living while were physically dying? ,

 are we just born to bear tears piss s**t and try to over do ,

tis,

 what we thought we were doing,

getting brain washed of what we taught ourselves ,

 accepting and listening to what they have to say to belive; its all truth?.... but its not? always..? oh its how we are these days last days ..... Edet Sira Rambling Poet

Author's Note

it could have been more but my head tired mind mind expired need a update but yet at the same time yall finding out how to relate to the way i spit this acid that burns in your head but in your heart first each verse so uncontrolled but yet moves as if the mellowest toon .... to be continued give me your oppinnions your point of view

Reviews

[Kyla H]

Very strong emotions portrayed here, this is very nicely done.