Rashaunna Jones. Poet Warrior.

The better days 

The yelling of her voice makes me mad.

But there’s better days that we had. From driving in the car going to Apple beez, and sitting under the big green trees.

I ain’t ready for this day to end.

Although the yelling of her voice makes me mad.

She’s my mom and I am glad. The days skip by really fast.

But when you wake there’s a new day. To meet new people, a simple hey.