07/08/2013 Flaw Filled SupermanA Poem by John ByrdI cracked the stick. It turned into a whip. I took the chick. She called off sick. Instead the whip went to work. This makes me smirk. But really I got the number. She never texted back... I just liked her cause she was plumper. It’s all good. It’s like fishing right. I see a bunch in sight. Can I just catch one for fun. Maybe a hit and run. Nah i’m too nice for that. But I would never hit a rat. Sike naw I would. Maybe I’ll hit then listen. Listen until the pain makes her glisten. You can take that two ways. We could make a few plays. You the receiver I’m the quarterback. But I can throw more at you than a sack. Throw some knowledge and happiness your way. But they don’t give me a chance to make them stay. Unless they want to be my girl. My mama can be my only girl. She is my world. One day I’ll buy her a house. Until then I’m working. Working towards finding a way there. I’m moving like a turtle. It’s like a ran track just to lose the race. Can’t run this hard just to lose. I know I just dropped a love but this one girl She catches my attentions. Her and 20 others. No but this one specific is like heaven in a person. Beautifully wrapped. Musically talented. God loving. It’s like she’s everything and more. But I wouldn’t be ready. Had to sign up for a loan today. Going broke one day at a time. That’s where I’m at right now. But I love my life. Wouldn’t want to be anyone else. Flaw filled Superman. © 2014 John ByrdAuthor's Note
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Added on August 15, 2014 Last Updated on August 17, 2014 AuthorJohn ByrdDetroit, MIAboutJunior at Michigan State University. Hip Hop and poetry are my two favorite things. Childish Gambino is my favorite artist. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Henry David Thoreau are my favorite .. more..Writing
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