By LaKesha Smith
Go away, little boy.
I cannot stand the pain you bring,
Go away, little boy.
Because you act so trifiling,
Go rain on someone else's parade.
I don't want you around,
And I hope it is too soon for you to grab the next ticket out of town.
For the last time, n*gga, get out my face,
I don't ever want to see your shiftless self in this place.
So go back, back to the gutter where you belong,
And never will it be too soon before I ever come along to your place and
stoop to your level.
If I'm not mistaken I would've thought you were the devil,
So go away, you trifiling, little boy,
Because I refuse ever again to be your playtoy.
LaKesha Smith, a junior, is a criminology major.