Karma Poem by briangela jones

I don’t like karma not one bit
Because it
Repeats it self
Then when it dawns on us
We feel its mess up
But you fell to see
You did the wrong thing
To someone
Now its your turn
Like this girl kept being messy
Toward people
Not caring how they feel
The came up a roomer about her
She felt so hurt

Or that boy who
Always talking negative
About the girl
Dressing the way she does
Always wearing muddy shoes
Then came a day he missed his bus
Now he walks home in the rain
With mud on his new shoes
What a shame
Then had to wear
Those wet cloths the next day
People pointed and laugh

Point is karma
Hurts
But for all its worth
I wonder
Why it happens
Constantly
Sometimes to people who did
Nothing wrong
But they fell to see
who they hang with
Maybe the very reason
Why so it rubs off on you

Eww well I been threw times where
People say I talk to much
But the very one
You telling to shut up
Could be that very one
That talk you out
Of a bad situation
Ya it hurts my feelings
But oh well that’s life
I’ma be oh right