Today is the day
I mean it
I'm gonna make my way
She doesn't get off work until five
I'll have pleny of time
to take care of my business
It's none of her business anyway
It's my life
It's my Choices
I know she's been snooping around
I can just feel it
When I get a job,
the first thing I'm gonna do
is buy me a lock for my door
I need my privacy
In a minute,
I'll be grown
and on my own
I have rights you know
I can do what I wanna do
I know you made me
but you can't control me
Why don't she Leave me alone
Leave my stuff alone
I know where everything is
Just the way I left it
The largest shelf,
I heard a friend say
is the place where
I lay all my stuff-
on da floor
Dirty and clean clothes
I know which stack is what
Will you stay ouf of my room?
Leave my stuff alone
Don't touch that
Just get out will ya!!!
I'm tired of hearing you say
"Ain't no man gonna want to marry you"
I'm not the only one who
is not as neat and organized as your mama "forced" you to be
I got rights
Hey, what's that noise I hear?
Who's unlocking the front door?
Hey! What is she doing home early?
What was that rambling around I hear?
Oh Hi.
How was work?
Wait a minute!
Where are you going with that 32 gallon trash bag?
Hey!!!!!!!
Give it back!!!
It's mine!!!
Hey!!!!
Mom!!!!!
I was gonna clean up today!
Really I was!
No!!
You can't do that!
This stuff is mines!
It don't belong to you...And she throws my stuff away...
Written as a writing exercise-poetry
4-8-04
in RSW
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
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