Submissions by Dsingleton
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
He Don't Really Love You
He don't really love you
He don't really care
His eyes is one your thighs
while he lies up in your ear
on those lies they paint a picture of a dream that isn't real
and you feel that it's a lie but at least it makes you feel
and you love it when he feels you
your touch is something real true
and the way it makes you feel man without it might kill you
so you do whatever just to keep it from your rear view
but he don't want to stay
he just wants to go
he's gotten what he wanted stealing pieces of your soul
and he's only coming back when he...
He don't really care
His eyes is one your thighs
while he lies up in your ear
on those lies they paint a picture of a dream that isn't real
and you feel that it's a lie but at least it makes you feel
and you love it when he feels you
your touch is something real true
and the way it makes you feel man without it might kill you
so you do whatever just to keep it from your rear view
but he don't want to stay
he just wants to go
he's gotten what he wanted stealing pieces of your soul
and he's only coming back when he...
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Bentleys and Tears
And he says God "I hate you!" I really do, because...
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Dad was locked up
Dad was locked up
Ma was strung out
She always had that glass pipe in her stankin mouth
Man when I was little,
I could barely see
but I could see she love that glass pipe more than me
Mama! Mama! I’m hungry …
It’s been two days since I had something in my tummy
Whyd you sell the food stamps we aint need the money
But she higher than Aladdin so she think that crap is funny
And I’m feeling like a dummy For waiting by the door
For praying she coming back for crying on the floor
But she ain’t coming back man I already know
It still took me 2...
Ma was strung out
She always had that glass pipe in her stankin mouth
Man when I was little,
I could barely see
but I could see she love that glass pipe more than me
Mama! Mama! I’m hungry …
It’s been two days since I had something in my tummy
Whyd you sell the food stamps we aint need the money
But she higher than Aladdin so she think that crap is funny
And I’m feeling like a dummy For waiting by the door
For praying she coming back for crying on the floor
But she ain’t coming back man I already know
It still took me 2...
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