My You
Walking through the crowds
I feel like a predator,
Looking for its prey.
I don't have any luck,
But I'll carry on anyway.
Searching all the streets
I feel like a tourist,
Viewing all the sights.
I've been at this so long,
Through so many nights.
Asking lots of clueless people
I feel like a scavenger,
Begging people for food.
My mind is set on target,
Even if it means being rude.
Nothing on this earth will stop me,
Never has a statement been so true.
I will continue to search this land baby,
Until i find my you.
By De'anna Thomas
