This is written for my Momma. To remind her that she is strong. And she is not a quitter. She is a Warrior. And for my Pops, to remind him that his best is more than enough. And to thank him for bettering himself for Momma and I. He is a Protector.
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Monsters aren't just born, you once told me-
They are slowly created, formed
Like clay pottery, watered
With callous memories and mixed
With cruel claws.
They are hardened with lies
And false ideals, then painted with the blood of young victims
Yet something was born
In your eyes that day.
Your wickedness was revealed
And the mother smirked-
So now I feel there are two types of monsters-
Those that are created
Slowly, ruined with malice,
And others that are born,
With hatred hidden in their veins.
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"I see magic in his eyes, dirty, dark, beautiful magic."
-Kathryn Novaek.
"She's not fragile like a flower, she's fragile like a bomb."
-Vito Schnabel.
"He was her dark fairytale and she was his twisted fantasy and together they made magic."
-F. Scott. Fitzgerald.
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Khelani, Gangsta
Enjoy.