Today I am going to imagine getting into the brain of a hard head.
Someone who never changes their mind or entertains a new thought.
This is fiction so be kind to me.
This is what I have imagined they think:
My mind is made up; it is hardening as I speak.
Soon there will not be any “maybe” or “ifs” left.
I am rapidly closing, hard and fast; tightly shutting down.
I refuse to allow any information, facts or reverse thoughts to enter my brain.
I am proud of my enthusiastic unwillingness to hear or see.
I will not abide any new material or information in.
My mind is made up, loud and clear; pleasing me greatly.
Why don't I have any friends?
Why don't the relatives return my phone calls?
Why is everyone so mean to me?
Categories:
hardheads, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
I ain't like nothing you ever heard before
I tell you what when I get done
we'll see if you still feel the same
know im known, you know i spread all my love around
and what you looking for drugs sorry i dont sell them
U know where im from we do it all different kind of ways
got some good friends still, then i got some old friends that aint worth a ****
even though they say old friends are gold
Well maybe if your an old friend of mine you could show me
then sliver is refined new friends come and shine their lights on my dark path
and they love me even though im a smart ass
so stick around hell it ain't hell
its a pretty nice town Hillsboro, Tx
Oh hold those doubts and false thoughts about me
down in the valley in the shadow of darkness
i walk with men, i talk with them
some fathers some a couple hardheads
but they all good men or they would'nt walk with me
we got a team boy we talking serious
we furious, you feel our spirits when we put your ass in mental check
Categories:
hardheads, baptism, courage, tribute, old,
Form: Rhyme