Black Poetry : For my babygirl Heather plz come home

[serenti-poet]

She wears her short skirt well, her red lipstick even better.
No one knows her real name but most call her Heather.
She’s been tricking on that same corner for a good five years,
She works that corner hard thru the blood sweat and tears.
She never loved a real man only her pimp Raw Digg.
Five years on the same corner and she ain’t even got a crib.
Her eyes are filled with hardness, her life involves no trust.
She swears one day she’ll retire, but she’ll stay there till she rust.
She’ll spread her legs for a dog it tha money he’s offering is right,
She isn’t ugly at all but her lifes not a pretty sight.
She’s the best on the block and the best in tha hood,
Everybody and they mama know Heather’s **** is good.
But they don’t know Heather cuz Heather is smart as hell.
Heather grew up in a real home, with a family that treated her well.
But Heather’s family is tha streets now and Heather’s the streets b***h.
But everybody in the real world know Heather ain’t made to trick.
I wish I could help her or teach her what’s right from wrong,
Even if she did get out it will never be for long.
Becuz she’ll see the skirt and the lipstick and know no one can wear it better.
And she’ll remember no one knows HER and that she’s only a hoe named Heather.

I LUV YOU HEATHER PLZ COME HOME!!


I miss you girl

 

[Rico]

....deep and meaningful piece...

 

[skrybe7]

heartfelt and compassionate, Serenti!
Prayers for Heather!

 

[serenti-poet]

Rico--thanks for understanding

skrybe---thanks for feelin me glad you liked it

thank you both for checking me out

 

[poeticlyspeakin]

man... i know how u feel, my old friend is out there. but i know she wont be comin home, sometimes it just happens that way. nice poem, made me think a lot, i hope Heather comes home.