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Religion free.

Rubble and Pieces

Greg Prince
3 min readJan 29, 2019

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Rip my heart apart.
Burn the cord fed me.
So, I can bleed.
Feed the leaches.

Get rid of my head disease.

Strangulation holding me so dearly.
Forming my ideas.
Tradition and religion.

Walling me in.
Walking me in.
Walling me in.
Walking me in.

That ain’t cool mama.
That ain’t cool papa.

Look what you’re doing to me.

Can you help me?
Let me have my own thoughts.

It’s too early to tell me who I am.
I’m supposed to be, just a child.
I’m only 3.

Need to form and grow.
Stop ramming limit ideas in my head.
Don’t tell me to be your coded…

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Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.