I’m actin’ out.
Throwing fits.
I thought I was cool,
I know I'm the ****!
Punching holes,
I hear the neighbors
Shoutin’ out they windows.
Here I go,
Busting down doors.
“Shes crazy!”
It never phased me,
It's what they called me,
I promise,
I wasn’t trynna die.
I know I can lie,
These thoughts on my mind,
Be talkn’ bout, yous’ crazy
Yous' outcho mind!
So, I indulge in slicing through them pies.
Wear my emotions outside.
I got red on my mind.
Fifty-one fifty,
What are the odds?
Don't ask me how I'm feeling inside.
When I told y'all more than twice.
Let me hit up one of my guys!
Riding down the blvds,
DND on.
I toss my hospital robe,
I'm bouta get lost!
I’m gone; the streets of Bakersfield, here I come!
I was under a gazebo,
Sippin’ wine.
Now, I'm catching the metro lines.
It was cold at night,
But I was happy inside.
Having the time of my life, running on pop tarts and forty ounce,
Strangers were my family.
Telling them my stories.
They don't know me,
They don't call me crazy tho.
Eventually I get home,
Three days later.
Yeah,
I was fifteen years old.
My momma doesn't even know,
I took a train,
Rode the bus,
Walked for miles.
I was tired,
Of course, I took the offer
I was another man's passenger.
Was it good luck?
Who knows but I made it home,
Call me crazy,
Call me insane,
I call it,
It was a way to escape home and these thoughts runnin’ round’ my brain....
A poem from a Chapbook I wrote.