Domestic Abuse vs. College education

Tryna take me from my clan

Who I am 

Yeah I was on my tippies toes

was in the dirt plus the sand 

I was really on the road

I’ma boss Ina shell

If I  talk 

you know me well

 was in college

That was the plan

this is Hell, why we yell

We don’t play along well

I was caught up ina a cell

Momma fainted;  posted bail

happened twice this is nice

why my ex gon take this life

and i was happy on own my own

move to fast u pay the price

rolled the dice

got my money doing right

taking 2 steps back because

i aint pick a man whose right 

I was so naïve

I should’ve focused and did me

Now im in and out of court

Instead of school ; where I should be

This poem is about: 
Me

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