A Rasin In The Sun ( beneatha )
My family makes me sick
I feel like hitting them with a stick
They say I have a smart mouth
And everybody claims that I shout
I live with my mother
And my unfortunate brother
He lives in my mothers house
With his son and so called spouse.
I want to become a doctor
but my brother says it has no honor.
I went to college
To gain more knowledge
But that is now going to waste
Because my family as no taste
I feel like hitting them with a stick
They say I have a smart mouth
And everybody claims that I shout
I live with my mother
And my unfortunate brother
He lives in my mothers house
With his son and so called spouse.
I want to become a doctor
but my brother says it has no honor.
I went to college
To gain more knowledge
But that is now going to waste
Because my family as no taste
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