This is the earliest poem I still have record of. I write it because my uncle kept stealing from me lol.
Untitled Poem 05/13/2022
If I kept a gun in my night stand,
It would be unloaded by the morning.
And even if I made my food bland,
It would be eaten without warning.
It seems no matter what I do,
Without regard for my desires,
Another always comes through
Searching for things they can acquire.
No matter how I try to fight
With locks and walks and talks,
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