Sitting in my study,
smiling peacefully in my chair,
to the rapping of the neighbors son, downstairs
Smiling cuz his rapping took me to a special place.
A place where I am young, like him,
and had to be misplaced.
Misplaced because my rocking,
made my parents feel encaged.
They'd run me out the house,
but in the driveway I would rave.
Singing loudly metal jams,
my hands in fists of rage
Banging my head, screaming, rocking,
Having my own way
And as I sit here smiling,
I am picturing the face,
of my neighbor sitting in his chair,
coming to this palce.
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a fun read, and so true too :)
it put a smile on my face
lol – sad in a way that we all 'grow up' (supposedly) eventually
just a couple of very tiny things tommi
‘Smiling cuz his rapping took me to a special place’ (I’d write ‘cause)
?typo - ‘coming to this palce’ (place?)
love judy
xxx
i will never grow old
till i die
and
they then all will say
he was old.....
but very bold
he died in his sleep in his nineties
as a teen....
Thank You Both
I was actually in this place when I wrote this and thought it would be a nice write to share. I used the 'cuz instead of cause, because my son is a rapper and it's "his" way. lol however I am an adult even if I don't want to be so I will consider the change.