Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Poetic Justic

Poetic Justice

Teen Boy

My Momma told me to stay home
But boy, oh, boy did I want to roam
Hated the thought to be alone
So I hit the streets that I call home

Now look at me,
all alone 
as I talk to Momma on the DYC phone.

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