S**T

Poems Poets Media Shop Support Search Login Sign Up S**T by Lynisha Arceus I woke up this morning with a whole bunch of S**t on my mind I don't have S**T to call my own My refrigerator is empty My lights are flickering No one is helping me So I have to do what's best for me This S**T ain't easy how people make it seem But I got to do this S**T because this is the only way I will eat My paper and pencil understands me And doesn't judge me for the S**T that I do Baby I'm no foul I'm just doing what I have to do Baby no silver spoons We use the plastic ones from the leftovers Chinese food My feet is engraved in the pavement My forehead is full perspiration Baby you can see the motivation I ain't got S**t to go home to That's why I do what I do So I can have some S**T to take home A house is not a home Until you're fully settled in My living room is empty My bedroom is echoing I ain't got S**t to go home to So I don't have time to rest I have to be on my S**T I woke up this morning with empty hands But when I close my eyes tonight My palms will be filled with completed goals and capture dreams Because Iain't got S**T I'm going out there to get S**T And take it home so I can have S**T THAT I CAN CALL MY OWN!