Poems Poem by Jerrell Frazier

to my father writing poems was foolishness
he told one day that in life i would never get through with it
so it comes a day when u gotta go and pick
and pick a job that u know will stick
to me that was one big kick
as i think about it my stomach gets sick
he said writing poems is just a trick
u can make sound cool or make them sound slick
but writing poems will never ever make u rich
as my heart breaks i try and get it stiched
but the wound is to great and u start 2 get it
your father words r in your head and it start 2 killing
so u go bad and then you lose all of your feelings