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dear father,


Maybe its me,

maybe its you, 

but when your around all I see is black and blue.

You tell me you love me, 

but than you punch me.

You walk out the door, screaming and cusing.

I am in the bathroom and see my face, 

all I can think of is what a disgrace.

I have given up on you, oh yes I did,

because when your around all I see is black bruses and blue tears,

all I can see is black and blue.

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kryker31
<p>i enjoy writing poetry so when i saw the scholorship i thought... why not, if theres any feed back that you can give me on my poem please let me know... thankyou</p>

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