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We know the less might be bigots.
We should know the wealthy has it mastered.
But when the famous shows it?
We shocked, why?

We with common sense know they are no better.
They just stuck trying to protect that image.
All we have is or REPUTATION.
Because racism rest within all people.

It just some of us knows how to control it.
But when the famous shows it?
We shocked, why?
Many of their friends, family is aware of it.

Hate just breeds deep within us.
Some, we simply can't explain.
Some rooted in how we were raised.
From the way friends and family think.
I was that boy.
Who never was into you.
I was that boy.
Who never paid attention to you

But now that you're older.
I do see your beauty.
That in my youth that I refuse to see.


But now I am that man you see the beauty in you.
Yes, I am that man that came to love only you.
And here you are the subject of my lovely heart.

But I remember, when I was that boy that overlooked to.

Strange, how things have changed.
I was that boy.
Who never was into you.
I was that boy.
Who never paid attention to you

But now that you're older.
I do see your beauty.
That in my youth that I refuse to see.


But now I am that man you see the beauty in you.
Yes, I am that man that came to love only you.
And here you are the subject of my lovely heart.

But I remember, when I was that boy that overlooked to.

Strange, how things have changed.
I was youth.
I had wealth.
Did many things I wanted to do.

Slept with you.
I was wild.
Even, if someone was close to a child.

I'm a fool.
Evidence shows it too.
Who would ever guess I be elected president.

I'm not smart.
Fools thinks I am.
Then look at my supporters.
Acting like myself rude and crude.

Now, they want the Epstein files.
Containing evidence of a time when I acted out.
Hell, some of my dirt needs protection.

Hell, I paid for ***.
Hell, men with wealth mainly do.
Only fools would think this is new.

Still, I got to keep these Epstein's files from you.
She with confidence ask, how can you forget me?
When I loved you in depth?
Been there for me, even when I didn't have a single thing.

She pointed out various things.
And knew in a moment she was my everything.
And said, how can I forget her.
When she was a part of my world.

And without her I be a lost cause.
Yes, a lost cause without her.
Yes, without her.

And I will admit all her words is true.
Cause I know nobody could love me like she does.
And her words keep ringing in my ear.

How can I forget you.
Plus, how can you forget me.
To one you this.
To another you are that.
And that's just the facts with various narratives.

To some your faith stood out.
This is without a single doubt.
You breathe the word.
You knew the word.

Kind could be level upon you.
Yes, protective too.
Many had nothing but total respect toward you.

This is the man called Gregory that I knew.

A helper.
A teacher.
A man of total faith.
Highly respected within the church.

Somethings, we just can't predict.
Here one moment and gone the next.
But you earned the title of a good faithful servant.

This is the man called Gregory I knew.
The world, family, friends going to miss you.
With a creative mind they create something to read and enjoy.
A poet finds things to explore.
Be it love.
Be it hate.
Be it happiness and so much more.

With just a thought they go to working around a theme.
And some with everlasting messages.
Leaving upon readers a valuable lesson.

Yes, a poet is a messenger.
Just like the written scriptures, to some a guidance lecture.

Written words said or spoken can be so invoking.
A release to express your feelings.
Be it on hurt.
Be it centered around church.
Be it to encourage others.

A poet is a creator, a blessing to this world.
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