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wake up

To yelling

That’s the alarm clock, nothing else

get up from  “bed”

Mostly just blankets on the ground

don't bother to see what it is about… I know what it is about

Money, always money

Instead go wake up my little brother

If he doesn’t wake up before dad gets to him, it gets bad

Especially after the yelling

Oh the yelling

Will it ever stop

It finally does

make sure to get out his outfit

Before dad comes in

This is my daily routine

Go to school

Have people laugh and make fun of me

I don't get mad because they don't really know

They really don’t

 

I wish my life was back to it the way it was

At least I had my brother

After my mom left

She took him with

 

After that Dad would just get mad and angry but the thing is

He never drank

He didn’t need too

 

pull my sleeve down before the teacher noticed

she already did

Today I am supposed to be talking about family

There was no excitement

Instead a story

A story of wishes

A story of hope

A story in which there was love

And nothing ever wrong

Just a story

 
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