Poems from Mckailb
I don't know what to do with u,
A e I o y you spend so much money on shoes.
I don't know what to do with u,
A e I o y eat out when I cook...
I miss you. . .
I miss the things we used to do
I miss your hair in my face
The way you would hold my hand, fingers laced.
I miss the you...
On these ivory streets I run,
in the dark but not for fun.
My teammates, they are with me,
defining the Swahili word, harambee.
Nationals...
It's just you and me.
Five threw he,
2 on me,3 on he.
2 strikes hit the glove,
Fans cheering, for a sport they love.
3 fouls scream by me...
It's Ironic when
Those who claim to be thankful
quickly turn selfish.