In the middle of the street
I look at myself, no clothes from my head to my feet
Green and red lights flash
As the cars pass
Horns honking, cars stopping for a show
But I still don’t move as if there’s no where to go
They’ve already seen me at this point what’s the point to run
I’m crying and their having so much fun
Where’s the pity or the comfort I’m feeling so alone
Yet I don’t move and now people are recording with there phone
I’m going crazy in my head I can’t find the joy in this shit
This is it! The bottomless pit
What do I do next? Cry and scream?
Instead I began to day dream
Day dream about tomorrow because it won’t be like today
So I lift my to head to the sky and begin to pray
About the Creator
Tasha Burton
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