Curtis Mosby Poems
Always Following The Abulance Home
After everyday of school.
Tradgie's leave me in tears.
The long hour's of sorrow continue tommorrow
when nobody thier.
I never learn to cry life give's us question.
As I wonder why?
A child so innocent and young.
Had to die in his mother arms.
I walk a mile and I can still hear the siren from a far.
What are these streets made of war.
So many outline bodie's of chalk.
That thier a grave where ever you walk.
I live with this everday but Im never alone.
It affect us all even if your strong.
My way home is to a blind man beat.
Underneath my feet it is...
World Of Women
Women are the world as you feel embrace by thier passion.
The love that control thier heart is everlasting.
The tear's they shed are gift's.
Mourning for live's that can be worhtless and unfit.
In society never forgive or forget.
The beautiful warmth of given birth made by a woman.
Give you a sense of how strong she is in life.
To carry a child for nine month's, is like a flower baring a seed
untill it grow's enough for light.