nur jawahir mat jan

Hayden Jude - Poem by nur jawahir mat jan

Hayden Jude

I still remember,
It was autumn,
in 1990,
I was born,
Then raised,
By the best,
With the bless of god...

But me not to rule,
not to be blessed,
not to bo god,
Me live to die,
Die to let the world breath,
Die to let'em see,
Me not a poet,
Me a killer...

Time assassin,
Life assassin,
Shit assassin,
Me are one,
Hayden Jude will die,
for herself...

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 15, 2006

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