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Most TornI am most torn tossed about and neglected Treated unfairly Taunted and disrespected As I lash out in retaliation My heart grows colder As I sit and look at this world I have resolve to growing older I am most torn In love while distanced Emotions confuse my thoughts Yet I remain hopeful and persistent In need of another My king, my man Searching for stability In such and evil and hostile land I am most torn My revelations keep me in tune I need a change or else I may be hindered from full bloom Alone I have existed Surviving while so disgusted Self is my only mate Happiness is seldom and often interrupted I am most torn At the crossroads that reach a dead end In search of my queendom I plan to strive beyond end And as I walk through this valley Of sin, sorrow and death I pray to Allah to secure my mental, physical & spiritual health I am most torn As with many others of cause As we roam and try to rebuild We are chased by hells dogs A fighter I am Never choosing to give up In this world of mass confusion Often I feel deserted and stuck! crystyle.copyright2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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