Poems from Angel51
A quiet kid from Chicago who lives in New Mexico.
I dream like there's no tomorrow.
I'm harsh because I'm sensitive,
Nothing is easy, but I've come to learn,
The sun still comes up the next day.
why do we refuse others when they call for help?why do we stick the friend on a shelf?you've heard their criesbut you told them to stop...
I sit here and think....wheres my life gonna take me?maybe one day ill play for the bears or maybe i wont stop stressin, and keep sending...
Now a brotha has got to be strong
when things go wrong i know how to carry on
Now a brotha gotta be his own father
no role model and its...
Why is it that my family tree only depresses me?
when i think about it,
everyone else is a thiving branch on this tree
but i was the one...
those old chicago streets were cold,
kids commiting suicide, shortys killing over hand signs....
these poor kids dont know any better,...