What Do You Know

What do you know about a nightmare coming true and a dream being just a dream?

What do you know about things looking one way, but they aren't always what they seem?

What do you know about all you've ever known as a father is a dead beat dad?

What do you know about let downs, being all you ever had?

What do you know about living in America, one of the richest countries, but you've always 
been poor?

What do you know about, in order to feed your kids tonight, you have to steal something 
from the store?

What do you know about being so stressed out, you feel like you are on the verge of a heart 
attack?

What do you know about being biracial, so you don't know if you're white or black?

What do you know about crying out but no one listens and no one cares?

What do you know about living alone in the hood of Southeast DC with your kids and not 
being scared?

What do you know about, even when you don't have you want to give?

What do you know about this hard life that I live?
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Goff Avatar
June 16, 2009 at 1:21 PM
my daughter said to me onetime when I was tellin' her how easy someone she knew had it in life...she paused...looked at me and said, Daddy! you have no idea!! this person is dealing with.....Daddy, ...everone's plate is filled a different way, boy is she right!!! love your poem! Michele, jim
Burton Avatar
June 13, 2009 at 8:27 PM
My bad.... ? you got mail... mam..
Burton Avatar
June 13, 2009 at 3:09 PM
What do you know anout going back to school, destroying all the povertys you just spoke of.... I know alot about everything you just said rather past or present. A great way to release stress but a bad way to let it destroy you is when you start to believe there is not a chance for you to get out at all. We tend to feel sorry for ouselfs plus write the poetry... the poetry part is cool but the pity partys not doing you any justice. Enjoy your day? wonder who you will come by as next time-wink
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