Kurtis with a K

Kurtis with a K

A Poem by Kimberlea

Ghetto day, isn't it lovely
Black on Wednesday, black on Friday
Black and all, I still rise and fall.
I've made it and I'm back again
I can't win, but I ain't giving in.
Look at my life, look at me.
Don't call me mister, call me a G.

© 2010 Kimberlea


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I see your humor coming through in these words...Enjoyed reading it.

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Added on February 2, 2010
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Kimberlea
Kimberlea

Raleigh, NC



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A Poem by Kimberlea