Poem Boy

                Poetry

           GoingUnfed

Mom You Know I Feed You Right,

I Love You More Than I Feed Myself,

Despite The Pain Despite My Health,

I Want You To Feed Me The Way I Feed You.. Not Talking About Wealth,

I'm Talking About The Love You Seem To Miss Me On,

Money Is Never The Issue I'm Just Saying When You Sneeze I'm Your Tissue,

I'm 19 And Will Be Leaving Soon,

I Would Like To Thank You For Raising Me And Fir That I Will Truly Miss You,

I Dont Know About You Being With Me.. But Here Their Or Anywhere You Go My Love Will Be With You,

I Dont Know Why I'm Going Being Unfed,

Yes I Thought It Might Had Been The Dreads Apon My Head,

That Is Truly Part Of The Reason There Gone Now

          GoingUnfed

                Poetry