poem #3 The other side of the tree. (a poem of my life)
yet we don't see the flames of are youth, the bright stars fading away. crime, disease, lust, and hate. it's all in my family tree. do you must think I'm mad for wanting a better life? do you must think I'm sad for the life I've left behind? i tell you this as one tells the truth, i will never look back as i see it. now you know the life i chose to leave, behind is the life another will see.