Not a big fan of *disclaimers* but this the first time alot of people will be reading my poetry (most people dont even kno i write the shit) anyhoot, i wrote this a couple months ago...it still needs sum touchin up i believe (im a perfectionist only when it comes to poems) but i think the concept is dope. um...its kinda written really staggered...but if ur smart enough u should be able to follow it and catch the rhyme schemes n all that shit....PLEASE GIMME SUM FEEDBACK cuz then i will kno if i should post more of my poems n shit.
The Fighting.
The Fussing.
The arguing.
The Name calling.
the throwing the nearest thing you can find at me
the banging on me on the fone...or getting mad cuz i banged on u
the jealousy
the tears
not of joy but of sorrow
the yelling: "I CAN'T STAND YOU I HOPE YOU DIE TOMORROW"
the putting up a pic of you and ya ex on facebook to make me mad
the telling me im irresponsible, and i would never make a good dad
the wishing i could take back the last 4 years...so i could have never met u
Reading the four page letters you write and sign with your tears...everytime i upset u
the taking back all the shit we've ever bought for eachother
the taking back all the nice things we've ever said to one another
The Fighting.
The Fussing
The arguing
The Name calling
the throwing the nearest thing you can find at me
going out to buy your forth cell fone in two months cuz everytime we get off the fone your so mad u sling ya shit against the wall
ringin my bell at three in the morning cuz i missed like 6 of your calls.
"I KNOW SHE IN THERE...DONT GIVE ME THAT YOUR FONE DIED SHIT!"
The headaches.
the migranes!
stomach aches and back pains.
scratching out evertime you wrote your FIRST with my LAST name
The crying to my mom bout the way i miss treat you
or calling my big sister
trying turn her against me
bloods thicker than water, but woman stick togeather
and whats wrong is wrong
the turing the radio station knownin damn well that was my favorite song!
the fact that you dont understand that sometimes i act a little niggerish
so u change my ringtone on ya fone to some keisha cole "i hate niggas" shit
The Fighting.
The Fussing
The arguing
The Name calling
the throwing the nearest thing you can find at me
Its LOVE...and i miss that....
*snap snap snap*
and for my niggahs, NO HOMO
This jawn was definitely right/hot! I can def relate!
ReplyDeleteI THINK YOUR POEM WAS SOMETHING THAT COULD BE RELATED TO BY BOTH MALES AND FEMALES AND IT WAS ENTERTAINING. YOU SHOULD CONTINUE TO PUT YOUR POEMS ON HERE BECAUSE I WOULD LOVE TO READ MORE ESPECIALLY IF THEY ARE EASY TO RELATE TO SUCH AS THIS ONE
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