A burden on my chest
I am sorry, I start this poem pleading for forgiveness.
I am called a man, yet act like an animal and pretend to be sad after being caught red handed in the act.
I am actually a lot of things, *I'm a great boxer” and women trust me you are my punching bag,
“I am a great actor” I can beat her up behind closed doors go outside pretending she is worth my soul, or even make her feel bad for bringing out my anger like that.
Oh that's not all, “I am one hell of a runner” I have been an athlete since I can remember, I would impregnate her promise her the world than run away never to be seen or heard, but recently I have become the “ greatest criminal “ yes..
I stand across the roads, whistling just to get heard, her attention is what I demand though attracted to what lays underneath her skirt, already undressing her with my mind, a crime already that leads to her undeserving death what a crime!
And so, you may ask what am I? I am called a monster,
I deserve to be killed for all these crimes, because I have no heart or a mind, I already did my first killing taking my conscious and burning it in flames the day my father beat up my mother constantly in front of my eyes.
But that's not an excuse, hang me up I need to get rid of these demons living under my feet and directing me to abuse these innocent women and children the way I've done, I am sorry isn't enough so why don't I just take my own life maybe just maybe would that be justice served for all that has been done.
I am called a man, and I hate what has been happening around me while I see no change or justice being upheld, these are tomorrow's mothers to our children that some men keep taking for 5 minutes of pleasure and still resorting to killing a helpless woman in the bushes, on the bed, at a library, at the club does it matter where these animals do these crimes I don't think so but nothing absolutely nothing will change because these things have to happen [2 Tim 3:1-5] before the end comes of this despicable world controlled by the devil himself [1 John 5:19]
Only then will God's promise prevail and take place [Rev 21:2-4] and humanity will be restored to its perfected state.
@Lorenzo
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