My Guitar

By Javoni Reed

In a black case lock up when we’re on the move

It makes music like an angel playing a harp

It shines so bright mistaked for a giant diamond

When I play it, it speaks to me

MY GUITAR

Yea my guitar is what made my fingers have bruses and cuts

Guitar goes…….. goes gone so easy to break it

So fragil like class but wood when I play it

it atract every body attetion like the dog

who screams squirrel