Wild ChildA Poem by Layla J OmoroseWild
Child Wild Child Not even Seventeen Wild Child Can you make Sixteen? Party and drink Keep it up and you won’t live to make Fifteen Stop and think You’re supposed to play at Fourteen Used to go to school Left before you turned Thirteen What happened with little Bobby at the pool? When you were a Preteen? Wild Child Bobby did something bad Wild Child Mother dead…where was your dad? They kicked you out of school A week before you turned Thirteen Because they saw the baby drool Thought about death, stopped with pills in your hand Three days after you turned Fourteen That year it was hard for you to stand After all you just turned Fourteen Baby cries… You party all night long This is your life at Fifteen Smoke fills the air, cocaine in your nose By now your baby just hit three and you passed out on the floor.. A dying teen Sick…Bleeding You’re barely alive at Sixteen Four year old watches…mommy hardly eating Skin and bones, the drug eating you from the inside out Three months
after you turned sixteen Life left your broken body A day before you turned Seventeen Guess who has your baby…her father Bobby Wild Child Didn’t make it to Seventeen Wild Child Died at Sixteen © 2012 Layla J OmoroseFeatured Review
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Added on May 10, 2012Last Updated on June 8, 2012 AuthorLayla J OmoroseNYAboutWow, it has been a long time since I last posted on Writer's Cafe. Since my last update a lot of things have happened in my life, some good, some bad and I have been working on getting myself back tog.. more..Writing
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