Poor...

by Matti   Nov 19, 2004


No food on the plate,
It's getting to late,I checked the draw,
but there's no more,
I'm shaky,
I'm tired,
And my Lil sister's crying,
We have no money,
Not even a dime,
We live in the projects,
Full of drugs and crime,
Were sad and tiered,Were just living our lives,with sorrow and cries

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  • 20 years ago

    by foreverhappy

    Another really good yet sad poem... i hope you keep writing