He sits alone
A boy with a soft and quiet tone
Groups of people hurdle by
But not this boy, who lets out a silent cry
He is a bit of a loner
Always walks as if he is hiding a *****
Adolescent ****** hair
That's tattered and ware
Lays upon his face
Swaying with grace
He wants to be home
Watching **** on Google Chrome
But he cannot until three
When he runs home with glee
But for now he is stuck
As a pigeon in truck
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
The Oppression of my people
can not be summed up in one word
A word that flies
Flies like a hummingbird
He eats soup
As I cry
he prays
As I sigh
You Do not KNOW ME
You only know my struggle
How Dare You come to me?
In your time of Need.
You need a fixin?
God Bless Juan Dixon.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC