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Tomorrow Morning

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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

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Mom is high on drugs and moaning
in her bed

Dad in jail or better yet dead Who knows?

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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 freaking 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

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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

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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.

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