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Everyone is owed a season
Without hate
Love needs no reason
no debate
I stroll along
Other tunes linger
I hum my own song
We hear the same singer…
Why people judge?
Waste of love
Holding a grudge
No need to shove
I mind my own
Everyone should too
Manners aren’t a loan
If you’re scared say boo
Know your worth
Know your place
You only get one birth
Don’t make it a disgrace
Make your soundtrack
Tap your feet
Don't wait for hijack
Find your own beat
Life is a gift
It's a game of chance
Don’t back drift ---
Just start your dance.
Comments (7)
Very good... love it!
Nicely done. Lots of wise advice in here.
Loved the rhythm and flow! What a great poem, well done :)
Loved this ❤️ Favorite line, " Make Your Soundtrack. Tap your feet."
I enjoyed this!! As a musician, it spoke to me. Thanks for sharing!
Made me feel, I can rap. Nice ♥️🥰
This is great. Very well done.