T he Diease

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    T he Diease
    I am a disease like no other
    I Don't care about your skin color.
    I don't care if your three feet high or six foot tall, I don't care about you at all.
    I don't care if your weak or strong big or small rich or poor I'll take you all.
    I don't care about your education cause I can pop up in every situation.
    I have ruined many of lives in every race I'm all over the place.
    I don't discriminate but I do breed hate.
    I don't care about your age cause like a storm I come in every stage every form. I can be beat there is a cure that is love all you have to do is give a hug try to talk and instead of yell try to understand instead of throwing a fist give a helping hand, If you do all this and never touch anyone out of anger or lust you will win cause I have no where to begin . I am something you never want to let loose or use.
    I AM ABUSE

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    Shivananda commented on T he Diease

    05-21-2009

    I like the poem and the sentiment it expresses. Sometimes creative spelling works, However the repeated use of "your" when several times it should be "you're" and others "your" detracts from the impact. Also I wondered why there was one instance where "I' is written as "i". I didn't detect a reason (other than likely a mistake) for that. My suggestions: Keep writing. Use spellcheck.
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    Frustrated commented on T he Diease

    03-02-2009

    that is defenitly the truth.. good spirital writing ..
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    LadyIntellect commented on T he Diease

    02-24-2009

    this is so true it affects many. well written
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    Bethane1978 commented on T he Diease

    01-21-2009

    good poem
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    Phoenix9 commented on T he Diease

    01-21-2009

    a true sickness that affects too many, good write
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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