And Me...

This Never-Ending Quest

A/N: Just to have this up her as a precaution. This 'poem' is a bit long and a lot like a story, just so you all know. Hope you all like it, comments would be appreciated.

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"You walkin' a road that don't end gal,

You ain't gon' be gettin' nowhere no matta how you try!"

He says this to me critically, and he KNOWS,

Oh! He knows how to make a girl cry.

"But I don't got nowhere else to go!

Don't nobody work these farms no mo',

And ya' know we gon' be po' for sho' cuz Ma ain't comin' back."

This is what makes his stone heart crack,

There's a windy silence as he turns back.

"Well 'en, if ya don't think ya dad can take care of ya-- go!"

And those words broke my heart,

"Now Pa! You know I love ya, I just need a new start,"

He ignores my words, his sadness smells up the air like a bad fart.

But I start walking on down that highway,

I start bearing the weight of poverty,

I start hating the predicament of sensibility ...

Cuz it's gon' be a long way to happiness.

Her hair's all nice and trim like a rich man's shrubbery,

Her nose is all stuck in the air,

Because she couldn't BEAR for it to be under me.

I thinks she's ugly,

With her heels so high that cats look small,

With her skirt so tight that white on rice was nothin',

With her blouse lookin' nice the way Georgia is in the fall.

She ain't dressin' up for nothin',

And if she were, it wouldn't be for gettin' some man's call.

"Ma'am, is there any rooms left at all?"

She snorts like a pig, but I don't say nothin' at all.

"Oh sweetie, this isn't in your price range. Understand?

You're too poor to afford this all."

I look around at the shiny floors and elaborate walls,

And I only want to sleep and bathe,

Cuz highways are long,

And walks become cruel,

And people only ever act the Fool.

"Ma'am, I just want a room for the night.

How much is that??"

She says it's a thousand for a night, was I sure I could afford THAT?

I pay that thousand and smile at her fallen high hat,

She deserved that.

Crowded. Cloudy. It's gonna rain.

Can't sleep in the park tonight.

Gotta find a hidden place to rest,

Or the cops'll find me again.