BY ARCASSIN BURNHAM
im a bee,
getting Nectar,
Your a tree,
Producing sap,
im deploited,
overwhelmed,
So fustrated to the fact,
That you worry me,
And im just doin me,
im trying to find my identity,
and your an officer just searching me,
Why you worry me,
im just a chilled young boy,
from the nola unfortunetly,
and when theres nothing to do,
im me,
why dont you just be you.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
BY ARCASSIN BURNHAM
im a bee,
getting Nectar,
Your a tree,
Producing sap,
im deploited,
overwhelmed,
So fustrated to the fact,
That you worry me,
And im just doin me,
im trying to find my identity,
and your an officer just searching me,
Why you worry me,
im just a chilled young boy,
from the nola unfortunetly,
and when theres nothing to do,
im me,
why dont you just be you.
Request permission to use this poem