a look into the life of the lost.A Story by Katie Floresthese are words straight from the lips of a classmate of mine. i dont like him, i pity him. it says story, but this is real. these are HIS words. (caution: foul language)He is proud of his wrongs. "I blacked out, i feel hella weird. When my brain ticks, I'm gone. I didn't know I had that much hands" The pride in his ignorance. he sings: "Straight up. I'm smoke'n dope" He has a girl. "She is hella f****n' smart" But she dropped out. She is 17. She is pregnant. "But n***a, I'm getting blood work fo-sho. F**k it n***a, I'm going on a show. F**k it n***a, they pay like $600. For yo food, yo ticket, yo room, everything. My cousin went on, I know how it do n***a. The guy said," You ARE NOT THE FATHER." And that n***a was dancin' on the stage." He thinks he is so different, so hard and so "f****n' boss". He thinks he is a true gangster and above all over this. He thinks him and his destructive ways are the greatest, and only things in this world. in his world, he is king, to rule and be lord and live. Thinking only of satisfying now. "But my girl knows not to lie to me. She knows. Once i held myself back. But she knows" And he sings: "I'm smokin' dope. I'm on the ceiling." "I'm smokin' dope. I'm on my cell phone." © 2012 Katie FloresAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKatie FloresI see pine, not palm trees, i see forest and dirt, not sand and beaches, CAAbouti am starting to find myself. for the longest time i thought i could only be one thing, but im starting to realize... i can't. And well there's not much else to say... I am a pretty plain person, a.. more..Writing
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