Hope - Poem by Shaneka Taylor
My hope for tommorrow is filled with sorrow
Getting fused at day after day.
Sometimes I wish it was the old time way.
Parents giving you the blues.
Drama or happiness which one will you chose.
School days to long.
Say Goodbye is my favorite song.
My hope for tommorrow is filled with pain.
Your little brothers drive you insane.
You wish summer came soon.
You have to be in the house by noon.
Nothing to watch on tv.
Sit and wonder why me.
Getting into fights at school.
All I want to be is cool.
I wonder what my hope for the next day will be.
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