My happy book

I started writing in a new composition book in May. I titled the book "if it bleeds it leads". It includes autopsy of a poet, autopsy-of-poet. zombie apocalypse, we have an active shooter the list goes on and on.
 My mom is hesitant to read what I write. She says it's because I never write anything happy. 

My friends know I write. My friend Kurt will actually pick up my composition book and read it.

He notices when I add to a poem or change it. I know he's really reading because he notices. 

Kurt would tell you I'm one of the toughest men he knows maybe that's why he doesn't question me for writing poetry. if he needs someone to have his back, he knows I will stand up and fight for him. 

Kurt will help me if i need help. He watches me raise my kids by myself and when I'm riddled with stress from life's challenges Kurt knows what these poems are about. I think it impresses Kurt that I can take my life's struggles and translate them into a stupid poem. I hope writing is Gods purpose for me and someday life becomes not so difficult, then I can write encouraging poems. Who knows maybe my mom will read me from cover to cover. How could she not? It's on the front cover "My happy book"

You're on Page one Mom.  "Hidden-from-reality" is a poem I wrote to my mom while I was incarcerated in the Michigan department of corrections, I don't know how I could have done it without your support mom.

We f💋.

I wrote this sitting in St Mary's parking lot it's called "early February maybe May" this is from a roof top.