"Tomorrow Morning" 

 

I woke up this morning 

Hungry and dazed

Ready for school and yet not

[Hoping] to get something to eat

At the school cafeteria

And wondering if I would get beat up 

or name called again

 

Mom is high

And moaning 

In her bed  

 

Dad in jail or better yet dead

Who knows

 

Sometimes my uncle will come by

And give me a dollar or two

And say stay in school and away 

from drugs with a smile

And I’ll think what a fucking fool

 

No idea how else to be or do

 

School day is over with breakfast 

and lunch but tonight 

I will have nothing to eat

 

I then [hope] that the sweet 

lunch lady Ms. Mary

Will be kind again and give me an 

extra milk carton and a banana 

for the weekend to come 

 

I cry at that thought

Of the weekend I dread to come

No story 

Other than I can swallow a

Crow and realize that 

No one that should care cares

 

I try not to lose it as

I think [Hope] can be the best of things

 

But for now I will just cry myself to 

sleep in [hopes] that I won’t 

wake up tomorrow morning