I Own This Space And Don’t You Forget It.

Poem By Anthony Foster

I Own This Space And Here I stand occupying this space,
My feet are placed my weight is firmly spread,
This space is mine it is in my face,
I am here I occupy not leave, shred nor shared,

I will own this bit as long as I live
Defend maybe with my life, express the passion amidst the strife,
And when I am dead or fed up with what I posses,
What now what then or what if,

Don’t You Forget It.

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