Here is a poem I wrote I while back. Don't Steal it people! It's about my many many cousins who live in the south. I call this poem.
Southern Clan
Too much family and too much noise not enough space not enough peace always fighting always yelling always running always wrestling never any silence never any converstation never any agreement never any space! I love you all but get out of me face I love you all, but give me my space I've got too much family way down south. I've got too much family all up in my space I can't breath I can't speak I can't be heard. Nobody hears anything because your too busy hearing everything all I can do is write but still its not the same I just wanna write I just want some peace. I've got too much family and not enough peace everyone's too grown to listen to selfish to shut up to dense to solve their issues to busy bagging on me! I'm different than everyone I'm the silence in the storm but to them I'm the oddball of them all I'm tired of trying to create peace I'm tired of trying to stop the fights I'm tired of yelling but never being heard I'm angry at my family and I'm angry at the noise. I've got too much family way down south. Too much noise and not enough space. I love you all but give me my space!
No I didn't not grow up like this and I don't hate my family. I do however hate being pushied into one room with all of them when I come to visit and the adults just wand to talk.
Avaida_Dream · Sun Aug 27, 2006 @ 08:37pm · 0 Comments |