Lost and Confused Thoughts (Poetry)
-Untitled,
by Paulo
is my dealing going to end my stealing
as my hands slide from side to side
i wonder of my innocence, which i thought was pertinence
i wish i was the boy so i could play with a toy
and recover growth of my personal host
when knowledge was instructed and not dejected
by the hard dealing which i am now fearing
i wish i was a boy so I could play with a toy
when death was not real just a deal
i am coming back to attack
all those people who made me deal