BROKEN (Poem 3)

Broken

Broken words are

Broken promises that lead to

Broken hearts, My

Broken thoughts sound like anger from when he

Broke In my mother and watered a seed that he'd never stayed around to watch grow

so now i smoke these

Broken leaves

It's Just another

Broken family, but without a

Broken home & now im

Broke and I have, but a penny to survive.

All I have is my pen,pad and my

Bro ken.

Momma left us on the streets and she's

Broken too

Heart still un-thawed

& now she prostitutes

Mind feel with ignorant thoughts and now she values 2

hits of that crack cocaine and she's fallen through

that little gap that says, stereotype "YEA YOU"

BROKEN

But i'll be just fine cause although I came from a broken pasts

I'll be no broken dad

& won't allow broken sad,

faces

live on maury cases

I'll be no Broken man

I would never use Broken words

to mend your Broken heart

with this Broken tape

I rather my Broken fate

& that's to break the cycle

& take the chances to change this broken pattern.

Un-Broken