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Everytime I talk to the sky I get no reply.

Hoping eyes watching down on me as I i stare high.

I ask myself why when I stare at the sky.

And curioisty pass me by.

How come we fight to live but born to die.

Is it a better place beyond the sky.

Another ghetto where we keep hope alive.

Or motherless child's who go with unanswered cries.

From sunset too sunrise where's faith.

I ask ninitynine questions and still wait.

Eyes closed and still down.

Looking towards the sky and wondering now.

Jacoby Smith

plz rate and tell me what yall think. thank you.

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Maurice Beres

Many of us ponder as you do-we ask as you do-writing- growing experiencing Often gives us some of the answers Sometimes the answer is that there is no answer-nicely written 🦋🦋🦋

Dec 06, 2018