House on the street.
Shackles around your feet.
In circles you go, round and round.
Merry go round.
Minus the merry.
The garden around the house.
Blue ivy snarking aloud
In the backyard of this 'home'.
'Home'. A word so lousily held with crayon drawn smiles.
Smiles of crying clowns.
You poor Little Missy in the house.
With blue ink in your mouth.
Spitting blood all around.
As you write dark poems and hum sad songs about a -
House on the street.
CITEȘTI
Growing
PoezieA collection of cliche poems illustrating the struggles of a dramatic teenager accompanied by average photography.
