Poets

Tonight, we can go out to that restaurant, You've been telling me about all week; When I get off duty, I'll give what you want, Without you again having to even speak.

MISUNDERSTANDING MISS UNDERSTANDING A Poem by 1SP After the things that we have been through,

I thank God for blessing me with a strong Black boy, Whose patience has made him my true pride and joy; To give me the best feeling in this world from a call, While he speaks and smiles as if I never deployed at all.