Saturday
Oh., Saturday
We had our laughs,
But Monday went separate ways
It started off normal
But the rest is far from that
I was hanging with some friends
But sunday, I got stepped on like a mat
Why Saturday?
Why can't you come back?
Why'd you have to leave,
And have Sunday hit me with a bat
It's been your neighborhood black girl
And that's all I have to say
But why did Saturday have to leave
And be my Last Good day
YOU ARE READING
𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄•
PoetryA view into a young black girls world a collection of poetry.
