Aspiring writer from the Bronx. 22 years old and looking to get into sceenwriting and more
Some kids fear the dark the cold lonely feeling it brings Some kids are scared of monsters hiding in their closets Under the bed the bed poking through the springs
By Jarid Braddock2 years ago in Poets
I scare me the most and I feel the toll Eyes fixed to the reflection where they stare back A battle within up the boulder goes down does it roll
I am holding a grenade and I do not want to explode 've blown up more times than I can count The pieces fall in different places when I put them back
Free spelled F R double E Emancipated, segregated, shot and then investigated What does it mean to be free? Slave to jobs that repalce us in a week
Thank You You gave me life when you felt death When everyone abandoned you giving scorn Two pushes and then my first breath
By Jarid Braddock3 years ago in Poets
My greatest enemy turned into my trusted ally Has come once again to light the fire inside Flames of passion which before gave me blisters