Daddy was sad.
Mummy was sad.
I was sad.
But our Landlord was mad.
Daddy would come home crying like a baby,
and when i saw him, he would say it was tears of joy.
But i knew he was lying.
I heard Daddy and Mummy talking in the room yesterday.
Our Landlord had given us one week to pay up, or pack out.
My parents needed a month. Just a month.
Today, Daddy and mummy left me at home.
They left me with Daddy's younger brother.
But Daddy's brother could never sit in one place for a minute.
He left with some women,
and told me not to go anywhere.
Our Landlord came knocking on the door.
I opened it for him.
I explained to him that my parents had left.
He said he knew, and he came to see me, not them.
He touched me in odd places,
but i felt good.
He made me put it in my mouth.
And it felt good.
He promised to give us even two months to pay up,
on the condition that i kept quiet.
I promised him.
I promised Our Landlord.
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High Off These Thoughts
PoesieI overthink a lot. I think at some point in life, we all do. This work tells you about deep thoughts and happenings that continue to exist daily, all told in the first person narative. These poems are written in freeverse, and are designed to make t...
