ive had enough of all this shit
people thinking who the fuck they are
making it clear im not as good as them
well you wouldnt be shit if your mommy
and daddy didnt pay your way thru life
i got no money, broke!
i do something to make it thru life
working multiple jobs and going to school
lucky i went to school at all
go ahead and judge
i dont give a fuck what you think of me
look at my clothes, ripped jeans
baggy shirts messy hair
got a problem? i dont fuckin care
what you dont see is the bruises
inside and out, on my arms, legs
and heart and soul.
dad aint home moms a crack head
did you know that? hopin each nite when
she brings home a different man maybe
he wont be as abusive as the last
just lookin at me makes him mad
every nite takin a few punches
lay in bed listening to mom cry
its your fault bitch
she coulda done something with her life
but she made that mistake almost 18 years ago
yea ill be 18 next week; that mistake was me
how do you assholes feel now?
still judging, good! see what you
think when im gone tomorrow.
FUCK IT
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nice writing jillian.
ReplyDeleteI would never have guessed that you were capable of writing a poem like this. Nice work.
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