She was always speaking out of turn Has a sharp tongue Came with attitude Never learning a child place I guess that’s why she so grown now Old soul Feels she been grown for awhile Learning to read rooms Read lips Before she could even read Making out others words before she could make out Her own thoughts She’s always been my mothers most mature child Loved golden girls Saving money Emotionally matured Still the middle I guess that’s why she was always in the middle of everyt

Crying cleanse In 28 years ain’t never seen grandma cry I wonder how she gets the blood stains From life out How she moves on without shedding tears Like a snake never shedding its skin Just keeps in all in but still find room for the new skin All of it inside Skin thick from all bullets of life Now she got bulletproof skin Tear ducks shot I wonder if she cries alone I wonder if she will learn how to cry To release all that life that’s built up in her chest If her 110lbs body

A poem for anyone looking for a safe place in the Kingdom Nameless  Not claiming to be  Blameless  Nor shameless  But things are...