If you disbelieve my Writes, then you can go to Hell!
I'll write vividly of your trip with Blood from my ink pale.
Young I am, but not a dunce.
My scholars knew me Not.
They thought I'd be another name.
They thought I'd die and rot.
I Bleed my mind onto a page;
And true I do bleed fast,
But in the end, we shall see
Whose blood will grow the Grass.
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I'm young, but these poems Are really me.
Kyle Hamp
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-i-am-2/
