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Apr 2013
I don't know if you were raised By animals..
I never thought that song to be true
"Be kind to your web footed friends..."
                 You know the rest..
                       Don't you...
Every line every word
Brings me to grasp with you!!
That my little bit of pain
looks like spit to your rain!!

                   I don't think that I could cope              I don't think I could take
                   with my parents on Dope...                      All the hate
                   Cuz I'd be strung up too                             And bottle it all up
                   Wit my pupils dialated...                              To stay alive
                     and dreams stilled...                                       without love

Cuz the system would have only confused
they try to give a home
to everybody eles liter
and I would feel like Im in a dump
Just another piece of colored trash..
That a lot of people call ****
cuz it smells
like it was pushed out of an *******

I don't know You
don't know if its ture...
But I pray for you
The deeper the darkness
The brighter your emotion
and I hope you find a light....

                             But All i know is it must ****
                         To inevitably have been raised by Ducks....
To Inevitably raised by Ducks.. Every Piece you write makes me Pray that this is not what your really going through! and Every Piece you write make me feel like if I don't feel anything after reading this then I'm an insensitive ****! So know that even tho I have know idea who you are I feel every word and I am praying for you!
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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