A new home

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.

A new chapter wates
somewere bitween
da moon
and me.
somewere bitween
dis new emptiniss
and yestaday.