I love to write its always been a way for me to vent and deal with all the shit that happens around me. I never really let people read wat i write its usually meant for my eyes n my feelings only but for some reason i dont care any more if u dont like it dont read it!!! Not everything i write is about me n my personal experiences it the words just pops in my head and thats it i have a poem. so please dont ask me to write something u just gunna have to wait till it clicks in my head!! This poem i am about to let u read is a poem i wrote after i experience something so real. although the situation was terrifying the lesson i learned was eye opening.
Title: Mz Blunt
Admire'n the beauty of Gods creations
But, the thoughts of the world w/o rainbows and butterflies builds frustrations
Hopeful that the rich would give their coat to the man in the cold
Or when the truth about a single mothers night job unfolds
she wouldn't be judge for tryna feed her seed
we are force to believe
dat u are a stranger to me
not my sister or brother
we suppose to look out for one another
instead, we turn the other cheek
while she is getting beat
sell crack on your own streets
and disappoint our father with signs of defeat.
see we were never taught religion just religion from the streets.
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