Clouds poetry

Some call it The town some call it the ghetto.

The town like a place everybody's
Stuck in you don't stay unknown
Even if you want, or try to trust me
It's impossible
Questions and answers like
Dodge ball but you didn't had the time
To dodge that big head of yours
"You're growing tall".
"How old are you nah?"
"How's your siblings doing?"
"You finish school already?"
"Why did you cut your hair".
"Are you planning on going to college".
"I heard from someone, you like women?"
"That's true?"
"Are you working yet hun?"
"What are you planning to do?"
"You going aboard?"
"That boy, y'all broke up aye?"
"How's your parents?"
"Did your dog die I don't hear him barking?"
And like pencils you want to snap,
Sometimes it good to have people
Looking out for you like body guard
Like disguises angels but just really
Trying to see your next move like
Calculation, no one ask them to yet/they still do,
Like noisy neighbors who's nose
have past pancioh level
Sometimes like tides gliding
and swimming front wards,
To wet the shore you make a
Left or right turn and figured
It's you that needs a getaway
From meeting the shore to long
Until there's maybe a next time/no time,
To wet the conversation like dead
Grass you didn't know needed water,
Or dry grass you realized should seek
Water them selves, put out,
Whatever fire they started or fill up
Whatever tank that stayed empty discarded
For so long.
-ashes poetry

A/N one thing I dislike about small towns
Everyone knows everyone and half of their business
I need to live somewhere,
Where nobody knows me lol I don't know if it's
Only me but I guess am just a kind of person who
Likes solitude and like staying to myself,
but in our country we don't call it towns we call it streets, corners,& the ghetto we don't even use the word neighborhood like that either Xoxo hope you all are doing well stay safe folks.