Poems by Gribba

Words have power...

Friday, May 12, 2006

WITH PAIN I STILL CRY

With his black hands
black eyes
and black face
he came out of the shadows
and graded me

With his black hands
he crushed my heart
my soul and my body

With his black eyes
and his black face
he hurt me
in a way i cant describe
scared for life
i can still feel
his black blood
Runnings throw my veins.

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