barely there underwear
peekin' out of ma
jeans, too too tight
but juss enuff room
on the left fron' side
for a pocket knife
rico, res' in peace
i do not do it myself
there are otha hands
want to play wiff lace
more than me (but, yeah
when i lonely
on the top bunk
sometime)
who you ever
heard say there
ain't no jesus?
do you think
my brother has
a madeup ass person
tat'd on his back?
why you think we
point to heaven?
because we sad fuckin'
sinnas need to get our asses
up there. that's what.
'cuse me
but i AM
cleopatra
i AM
goddess.
and i don't
see ma daddy
anywhere. so
imma pick one
that won't leave
me, no matta
what. no fuckin'
gangstas no more.
i want a man who
can do taxes. and
kiss real good.
praise jesus
cuz
he's what keeps
ma mama sane.
she loves him
and
at least
he ain't ever
gonna leave her.
and
shoo
what good is
all this shit
if we're all alone?
Author notes
this is kind of for me
and kind of for claire.
a girl i knew in high school.
her life may not be life this
but i swear i can hear her saying this.
greta idea, flight
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ummm why did i just see this?
it's fucking amazing brianna!
fabulous. i can see the girl and her movement and the way her mouth moves when she speaks. holy fucking shit i love this.
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But yeah on an unrelated note I want to know how college/ life is so you should write a long, epic college/ life prose-poem like dooley just did.
Also the title of this poem is amazing.
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i totally will, too.
after this midterm is at least half done...
as far as titles go, i try. dooley is my favorite titler.
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I'm excited.
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yeah this is awesome. I don't remember you ever adopting a voice like this in a poem- thas thug.
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