The constant cackling.
Absolute silence in this place is lacking.

Annoying laughter.
Never living in harmony everafter.

It's quiet time when I write & read.
A creative outlook arrange words I need.
To record a thought on paper.
Like my sister & how a molestor ***** her.
Or about deception or lack of trust.
Or of happiness, joy, & devotion.
A witch's hex in a mystical potion.

How crime touched our lives & ruined our childhoods & how the laughter bothers me in this neighborhood.
Even though laughing is good.
Sometimes I don't feel it even though I should.

My mind suffers bad memories.
Of parolled *** offenders with felonies.

Sometimes it can be rude.
Blunt & evil invades & intrudes.

I write & speak the whole truth.
From the past to my roots.

People say I have a way with words.
I never leave out a fact or something I heard.