Hun Gree and Sharp

Stuff

I am hungry and sharp

I wonder when people will wake up

I hear My own voice

I see a flooded desert

I want to change things

I am hungry and sharp

I pretend I’m in control

I feel steeled will

I worry things won’t turn out as planned

I cry that the jets lost last week

I am hungry and sharp

I understand it’s not easy

I say history is important

I dream of living by my own terms

I try to be friendly

I hope I’m being friendly

I am hungry and sharp

I wrote this poem 8 years ago, and I am proud to say I have stayed me and i haven’t changed a bit