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Chicken Head

Chicken Head

       Your a bird, with no wings!
    Your soul is lost and lives in the streets.
     Why sell your body the way you do?
        you least can get your son some new shoes.
     If you going to sell your body,get what you can get.
         You have kids, you need to get a grip.
          Do you really want your daughter to grow up like you?
         To flag down cars for every man that comes threw!
           Why are you selling your last food stamps?
          To pay a cell phone bill that has laped.
      This is no debate, your son lips is cracked from being dehydarted.
     Why do you make them suffer for the things you do?
      Look into their eyes. thats the hatred for you!
         Your baby is crying tears, for you can hear.
               Crying to be loved by you,
            You can really fix the things you do!
   Each child is a gift from God, A bright shining star.
                 Look inside your heart,
    and ask your self is this is what you want to be.
          A chicken head that stay in the streets.
      Ask God for help, when you lay down to sleep.
            Pray the lord your soul to keep.
          If you should die before you wake,
       ask him to help take your kids pain away!
             Some one should decapitate you,
       for all the pain you put your kids threw.
      So stop having kids just for someone eles to raise them.
    I guess it's for the best, because you really don't deserve them!
           They cry for help, they beg of you!
     Your a lost soul, and only God can judge you!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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The Drunken Poet Avatar
June 19, 2012 at 8:47 AM
WOW VERY POWERFUL....YOU BLEW MY MIND WITH THIS ONE BABY...I WROTE A POEM SIMILAR TO THIS...Its called prostitution is not OK...
Irisha Avatar
June 19, 2012 at 10:07 AM
Thanks Elliott...I will return the favor and read yours also :)
Burchett Avatar
January 29, 2012 at 11:56 AM
Congrats ! This is very true its a shame people lose their goals and prioritys to drugs and forget about their loved ones.
Pettit Avatar
January 25, 2012 at 10:30 PM
Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. This is imaginative writing.
Behal Avatar
January 25, 2012 at 12:25 PM
this poem is touching ; reality.
Irisha Avatar
January 25, 2012 at 12:27 PM
Thank you.
Brown Avatar
January 24, 2012 at 12:10 PM
Congratulations on your featured poem this week Twanna. Love, Carol
Irisha Avatar
January 24, 2012 at 12:34 PM
aww thank you Carol
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