Little Boy.
Ya’ mama shouldn’t
Hit you like that,
Little boy.
That…
Wickedly intervenes,
With hopeful dreams…
Gets in between…
Romantic walks,
Kissed with sun beams.
Little boy.
Ya, mama shouldn’t
Hit you like that,
That…
Is love? at its weakest.
© 2010
C. Thomas
a.k.a.
brownsugatou
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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