so what if the only thing straight ain’t my head
at least i’m not the one who’s acting so dead
i’m colorful && silly
but my name isn’t plain like billy
so i’m darker than you
what you gonna do
this is what you don’t get
sweet heart i’m legit
i’m not fake
but not for your sake
remember when we used to be best friends
well this is where the story ends
the criticizin starts
this stuff is like my arts
the music is my life
the street is my strife
when you start to be true
you can stick to me like glue
i’m progessin
you just stressin
stop playin
cause i ain’t stayin
i’m violent
and your silent
what does that make you
sweet heart let me tell you
that makes you weak
your boring && bleak
you act so blue
your sticky like glue
girl you talk to much
have you ever heard of such
this what you can’t have
all you try to do is grab grab grab
you know it really does get hold
you know your crap really gets old
get outta my face
your a disgrace
good bye now leave
this was the person you couldn’t deceive

This poem was written/submitted by Jasmine Gardner.