BECAUSE I AM BADA Poem by TTBoy28
Don't you know I can change life with just a touch of my hand And I can also change the way you feel Slowly, like falling grains of sand And do you know why? Because I AM BAD
I can stop running water With just a turn of a switch And I can also sit back and watch your daughter dig herself into a ditch
But why should I? Because I AM BAD!
I can walk into a room And all heads will look my way I can leave out and it will be filled with gloom Now what do I have to say? Nothing but I AM BAD!
My mother named me But my father blamed me All because I was too much for the eye to see HE SAID I WAS BAD
My grandmother is blind But in my eyes she is still kind I can lead her into the many worlds she has never seen before Because this was God's wish - HE told me I AM BAD!
I am never too proud Or never too sad to stand by my drunken aunt or uncle who just fell off of his or her last cloud My head is held high - BECAUSE I AM BAD!
Tonight, the clouds will form And I will feel even more mad I feel torment and scorn for those who tried to stop me from being bad
I am here This much is true But what I dare to fear is how much I can do
I can love And I hate you and then be glad I can do all this - And look like a dove Just because I AM BAD! © 2010 TTBoy28 |
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1 Review Added on May 20, 2010 Last Updated on May 20, 2010 AuthorTTBoy28Atlanta, GAAboutThe truth shall set you free. I try to be adventurous. I am spontaneous. I love nature but love to write only about personal events. You can tell when something is made up. It could still sound g.. more..Writing
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