IT'S FIRDAY NO MONEY NO HOUSE NO LAND
BUT ONLY BILLS IN MY HAND
ALL YOU GAVE US IS OUR NAME
SAY YOU WANT YOUR SON A LAWYER
YOUR GIRL A NURSE BUT NO MONEY TO MOM
POOR WOMAN WITH TWIN'S LIVING ON STRINGS
SHE SAID YOU LOVE US BUT MENTION
OTHER CHILDREN WITH YOUR NAME
OH YOU HARD HEART
WHAT SHOULD THE POOR WOMAN DO
WERE YOU LIKE A MONKEY JUMPING AROUND
OR LIFE LIFE WAS JUST A GAME FOR YOU
POOR WOMAN WITH TWIN'S
LIVING ON STRINGS
NO PICTURE OF YOU KISSING MY CHEEK
OR PATTING ME TO SLEEP
NO DOCTOR NO RECORD
TAKING CARE OF SELF DID NOT MATTER TO YOU
DID YOU REALLY LOVE US
YOUR NOT HERE TO SAY I DO
BUT THERE IS A RECORD GOD HAS ACCOUNT ON YOU
3 comments:
Orlette,
You are a natural poet. Thank you for sharing this with the class. I think your similes and details are really interesting and bring your poem to life.
Karen
Thankyou Karen your a wonderful teacher!
Hi karen,keep up the good work,again you are a wonderful teacher;
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