Michael Pov
Nobody knows what I go through
I see the same shit everyday walking
down these streets of Murderland
Dead body after dead body
They really don't care who
you are !
You could be a 5 year old and
they'll put a straight bullet
threw your head. You
could have a wife at home
2 kids with the little pet
dog and the big picket
fences , when they
feel its your time to go
sorry Poor Rico you
gonna be 6 feet under
no dilemma ! Looking at
the gates of heaven! When
people come here they think
it's Charm City everybody nice
no biggie . Try living here all your
life aint shit good here in Bodymore,
Murderland.....
"I Think I should add something..."
Sorry I'm writing this poem and trying to figure out does it sound right or not. Sup My name is Michael Jacobs I'm 6'1 and Light Skinned I'm not with that light skin dark skin shit I'm not mixed with a thousand things I'm Black And I am born and raise in Baltimore,Md. I'm 16 years old and I love writing poems its like my escape from everything. I live with my mom Tamia Jacobs and My older brother Lavonte Powel(13) and lil sister Eva Powel(4)). Yeah I'm the oldest child our dad James Powel left us when we were younger he felt like we was just holding him back from his dreams of being an all time rapper.So he left us for a white b*tch f*ck her and his flop ass. MY MOMMA IS MY QUEEN YOU BITCHES NEED TO BOW DOWN. Anyway I have to go to this ratchet ass school Slayrage High
I Just got finished getting dressed. Now I was tying up my shoe until my little sister walked in.
"Hey THOT! THOT! THOT!" She said while laughing and running out the room hear laughter coming from my mom and brother
"Yall Not funny"
"Good Morning Baby" My mom said coming in my room and kissing my head.
"Good Morning Mom"
"Are You Ready Yet"
"Yeah Im coming"
"Boy Come On I Still Have To Go To Work And Take Your Brother And Sister To School" She Said Walking Out The Room
"Alrigh' THOT THOT THOT" I said loudly getting up
She walked in the room and slapped me across the back of my head.
"Now come on before I fuck you up" She said walking out my room
"Alrigh mom" I said rubbing my head walk out behind her
10 Mins Later
"Bye Mike See You When You Get Home" She said while she gave me a kiss on my cheek
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