This was a little Poem I got from a friend of a friend of mine,
and it spoke to me.
Mainly because this may have happened to almost every West Indian
child I know. This Poet is deep... Lol He touched a nerve with this one, and so,
I made it my first post. Enjoy!

No Call

My mind is racing,
My feet are pacing,
Awaiting those that gave me life.

I messed up bad,
They're gonna be mad,
Maybe I should hide the knife?

I run to my room,
Such perilous doom,
In store for my bawty tonight.

I put on four briefs,
My head filled with grief,
Pondering my very last night.

What's that I hear,
Holy shit, are they near?
It can't be, they ain't done till SIX.

Brooms, Belts,
Cable, Switch,
My pants should be more thick.

Then I hear the door open.....

*creak* ...Then... *SLAM*

Heart starts pounding.....

She walks up the stairs,
My eyes fill with tears,
I know what’s coming my way.

My mom says "What’s wrong?",
I sing her my song,
She now knows my very bad day.
Her face looks puzzled,
"What's all this scurfuffle?"

It appears she had not a clue.

I told her all,
but she got NO CALL,
And now I don't know what to do. :'(

**I KNOW Y’ALL REMEMBER WHEN YOU USED TO GET IN TROUBLE AT SCHOOL AND YOU CATCHED BEATINGS AT HOME!! LMAO...MANS ARE BORED OUT HERE, JUST REMINISCING!**