Andre Moore Poet Concrete

Alice is false

Mother was always honest with me 
But I wasn't, open to school 
Sceard boys don't play with lies 
It's a secret sacreard to all 
Where is she?
Home with me and others 
Then why won't she write 
Read, or come up with another 
Child, because we are her only 
Me & my brother, write Alice, read Alice
Make another answer for those teachers 
Andre can't hide you no more 
Neither can Quincy, read Alice, write Alice 
Go home with them and do as I told you
To do!
Please don't ask why, ask how could they,
In there school, do her like that.

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Beata Agustin January 25, 2026 at 5:12 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.