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Trenton watson

(1995: D im 13 / Livingston parish Louisiana)

another poem about my mommeh!


Mother sits along the door,
Curled up crying on the floor,
Look at what the suns done,
Dried up all the rain,
And destroyed all her praise,
The sun rots trees away,
Waiting for mother to hate,
She crys all night,
Waiting for her starlight,
Oh, the stars glisten,
Against the water,
While mother listens for the rain,
Lighting strikes at the bane,
Untill she saw his eyes again,
Oh, she will never cry again.

(i really liked how this came out like :))

Submitted: Wednesday, October 14, 2009

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