Poems by David Wallace

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  • Violent upbringings leading to murders in the...

  • I give one last tear 2 our fallen soldiers,
    Our men with honor equipped with armor...

  • Tears falling, heart swollen, sweaty palms...

  • Music (1)

    O how does the sweet music whispers to me,O how...

  • Children of the hood product of the ghetto/ New...

  • Life is filled with lots of ups and down stomach...

  • Vindicated, released from hopes, only pure...
    All roads led here, A few obstacles along the way...

  • Questions unanswered concerning the make up of the...

  • It's ironic that I'm a sad and happy guy at the...
    It's ironic that I always got to be right when at...

  • Poetry it's ideas transferred from the brain to...
    POETRY IS UNDE...

  • We steal 4 the diamonds/ hustle 4 the diamonds...
    Made from the Kanye West track \" Diamonds...

  • My paint is in flux, Intertwined with the paint...
    This brush is my own. My thoughts, undefined. This...