Wrong Time


When I was home

I had da wrong mind

Sometimes I was at the wrong place

At da wrong time

I use to play da game

And have da wrong plan

I feel as though I’m da wrong type of man

My good words are blind

I think I did things at da wrong time


  1. Becky on September 25, 2012 at 11:36 AM

    Stay strong! We live, learn, and overcome- and so will you!!

  2. Andre Williams on July 2, 2013 at 12:42 PM

    TO, I like that you feel as though you should grow to be a better individual, everyone should strive to make themselves a better individual because no one could be considered perfect.

  3. Abby T. on July 19, 2013 at 10:46 AM

    I really love this poem. Your acceptance of the fact that you did wrong at points in your life is admirable. I love the flow that comes from this poem and its honesty. I also hope that you don’t think of yourself as the wrong man, just as someone who is acknowledging their wrongdoings and trying to change their ways. Keep on writing – you have a lot of talent.

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