Moms death, father who wanted me dead, bad crowd of friends that were exclusively niggers and Mexicans, and a major faith crisis from leaving my church a few years prior that upended my entire sense of morality and right and wrong
Moms death, father who wanted me dead, bad crowd of friends that were exclusively niggers and Mexicans, and a major faith crisis from leaving my church a few years prior that upended my entire sense of morality and right and wrong
This is gonna sound kind of fucked up, but you should actually write a poem about it.
I'm not a poet. I took a few creative writing classes over the years, and one dude actually challenged me for 3 weeks to swap writing styles. He was a hard core poet/lyric writer. I am, well, was, a major short story writer. To say the stuff I put out was VERY bad is an understatement
The beauty of poetry is that none of it is actually good, and nobody actually likes it.