~Hard Times~ (poem)

~Hard Times~



This story starts slow and stays that way

So just sit back, and listen to what I gotta say

This little black boy was livin in the ghetto

Yet he was so fresh, like he came out of a medow

He sees his mom crying, he asked,"Hey mama what you doin?"

She tells him "Baby we gettin evicted our lives our ruined."

"But ma we our lives are ruined we livin in unbearable heat"

"Well you better brace yourself, we about to live in the streets,

But it's ok baby, we have more than a day

I have less than a week to make the rents pay"

"How you gonna get the money, you dont even have a job,

and just the other night we had gone and got robbed.

But wait ma, im not try'na get you mad."

"It's ok son i'm just a little sad"

"You can apply for a job and get money in no time."

"Yeah your right son, we're aint gonna lose this time"





She never got the money to pay for the bill

and all this stuff that happened ,did, against her will.

A couple days later thay had to live in the street

On that same night the boy's mama got beat.

Nobody knows what happened from there on

maybe i need to write a poem about them and what's going on.



Poem By: Jonathan A.Woods

sweet, kinda sad

no, this isnt so sad, the poem to my mother is sad...

I really like your poems.
Very touching.
It really almost made me cry.
Great job though.
~Ashley.

<3 your poems man. Keep them coming.