My Thoughts

Sometimes I wish I was a kid again
Without a care in the world
There wasn’t no bills to pay
No mouths to feed
I didn’t care about what type of clothes I had on
There wasn’t no beefing or killing
No fed time or probation violation
Crazy
What am I supposed to learn from this
Who is gonna take care of my kids
Or should they just be some more mouths on welfare
Section 8
Somewhere in the projects to turn out just like me
Behind a fence with a whole lot of time to think.

1 Comments

  1. Anna Carpentiere on December 1, 2022 at 5:37 PM

    This poem is very interesting and enjoyable to read. Thoughts are the brain’s best and worst nightmare, it’s where bad thoughts are created and amazing ideas are developed. Being a kid was easy and all we wanted to do was grow up, but once grown up all we want to do is be a kid again. I wish I told my kid self to make more fun memories and not take things for granted. Thinking is important especially when you can share your thoughts with people. You got this and remember the best is yet to come!

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