Sticks stones they brake your bones, and so does poverty, no food no school, no shoes for my feet, why cant I have life’s necessities why is everything on TV a fake reality, come upon n a life unknown, where everything is carved in stone, no chances no rhythm, that what Ms.Roberts says, no classes for high school, because the Pipe gang over fled, why did they do, I ask the teach, she says all I ever do is preach, no water, no books, no pencils, and pens, no plastic for Amy’s contact lenses, no respect, no Santa, no changes, no fun, to bad when I turn 18 I will end up with hand gun…

Onyx Blake

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