Love
my words now. Love me later
A HUSTLERS POEM
Waking up from a sorrowful dream to a dismal life
Yawns and wipes the cold from his eyes
Its going to be a long day and an a unending night
Throws on his jeans and his white tee
Not for school but for a dreadful day on the block
He sits on the edge of the bed and thinks how his life has been one sad song
Tears flow like rivers leading to and ocean of pain
The family cant eat, sister got holes in her sock that reveal her feet
Mother works twenty hours a day and they still cant seem to live the simple normal life
Bills past do rambling through the frig but no food dads gone so he is the man of the house now
So he walks out the section eight core door and fresh air replaces the stench of urine
Family on the front of his mind money follows not far behind
He kisses his sister and tells her he loves her case he doesn't come back
Walks down the gloomy street and posts himself under the deem lit street light
Hour after hour fen after fen
Money adds up but he's had enough so he
Goes home lays the money on the table
Just to wake up and do it again