What You Thinking Poem by kwane Lamb

Crying…
Beating yourself up…
Cause you think you got it so bad…

How sad…
You better be glad…
That you really ain’t…
Been had…

And you really believe you are mad…

Look at the people around you…
Those much worst off then you…
Them you feel sorry for…

So you say you are…
Having troubles with your boo…
Who in the hell are you…?

With food on your plate…
And late for a date…
Swearing you can’t congregate…

Went and bought a pair of…
New shoes…
You had that to choose…

Now think about who’s really loose…
Crazy cause you say you got…
Nothing to wear…

Damn girl! Do you really care…
Lights on over night…
Those without lights…really have…
The plight…

Your world is truly lit…
The commander and chief…
Is a black man…

Can’t…you fine it in your…
Heart to stand…
Help someone’s freedom to ring…
On your cell phone…
You sing and sing and sing…
Cause…
Your troubles really ain’t no thang…

Cause… when you…
Think about…
It…

You’ve got that swing…
See…it really ain’t that…
Ding a ling…

Whisperkwane
swtlamb@yahoo.com