Through My Eyes
You scream through the parking lot
at the local mall
Your two door car busting at the seams
with "sistas"
The music's so loud you have to shout
just to hear your thoughts
Obscenities stream from your mouth
like feces from a sewer
You'll be dead before you're 30
Will you slow down and enjoy life?
You'll be alone before you're 30
Will you make some true friends?
You'll be deaf before you're 30
Will you ever hear your child call your name?
You'll be looked up to before you're 30
Do you want your baby to be like you?
...Are you who you want to be?
~May 13, 1999