I never got an allowance, my mom didn't allow it. I looked at my friends, who all had piles of it. They brought what they wanted, while I couldn't afford it. I got tired of being broke, that lifestyle got boring. Watching my friends as they went to the mall, buy whatever, while I brought nothing at all. Mom always said no, whenever I called, So I got fed up, and decided to do what I want. While moms was sleep, I would crip and creep, grab her purse, and took whatever I seen. A lot of dollars bills, i never seen that much before. So I took as much as I could, not caring about what she needed it for. I spent it on hats, couldn't spend it on clothes, so I gave it to girls, that I wanted to call my own. They took the money and gave me nothing, but I never did care, I would still steal my mothers money, and lie to myself and say all I did was share. As I got older, I started stealing more and more. Jewelry, clothes, even stole out of a store. I always stole Because I was too afraid to ask. Scared of rejection, scared of getting told no like I was always told in the past. Now that I'm older I sit back and laugh. Because now karma has came to bite me in the #%!
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PoetryThis is a poem describing why I used to be so hungry for materialistic things. I appreciate everyone that reads my poems, like really reads them. I also appreciate all feedback and criticism it just makes me a better writer. I hope you guys enjoy re...