Submissions by CumHussyYo (GodSmokesCrack)

Only da liers
get places.
They can take
n keep takin.

No problem.

Here I sit
wid noffing
as momma cries
for my father
2 years too late.

I dont cry no more,
I just watch da stars
n hope for the presens
of a god
who I no
is not there.

Dey take it
from me.
'We need it
dey say...
Da Kidz need paper
2 rite on.
Dey need tables
2 put da paper on
2 write on.'

4 years on dat stump
now liftid from da grownd.
Hauled away like da time
my sister got crazy...
started throwing scissors
at momma's eyes.

I wont see both of them
again.

Da moon cries for me tonight
as I wander, alone.
Picking up bits of ma stump
and putting dem in a buckit
wich I turn upside down
and sit on
as ma tears glimmer
back up at me
from da ground....

So u tell me
to learn proppa English,
but dat 'aint always easy.
Hav u ever stared at da trees,
watched the moon.
Or felt da erths heartbeat?

Lost in computers
and urban grey.
I have nothing
when you look at me,
not even proppa English,
but at least I know
what I see
when I look.

I sit silent,
crossed legz
barking at da moon
watching over us.
The tree stump supports
questions of the dayz.
I is a gentleman
under this filth
I was born in to.
Ready to speak
like William
I pick the filth
from my nails.
Da moon weeps for me,
sends me inside wid
tears.
I bark once again
just 2 let da moon know
I was here
even if I won't be
when it cums 2 watch
again.