That Kid
That kid...
That kid he scary
That kid think he cool
That kid ain't got no real friends
its just about looks
Deep down I knows that
somewhere
he good
He don't mean what he do
he don't really got no choice
his mommas on the run
his papa's beatin' on him
That kid
He hurt
He hurt real bad
That kid...
he shot me
That kid...
He took my shoes
That kid...
he done kill'd me
That kid...
He don't care
cuz..
NOW he needs a
new jacket
to wear
I wrote my poem from the eyes of the kid that had gotten shot. I interpreted it as the kid who had gotten shot went to the same school as the kid who shot him. Basically this kid is telling how he sees the other kid and how he thinks hes acting. [kinda confusing i know]
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