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Fameesha

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

4 poems·Since July 2013
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Too Young

July 7, 2013

I was to young to  deal.

Started not to feel.

Never took the time to heal.

Somehow it didn't feel real.

 

I was to young to see.

Thought it was apart of being me.

Thought it was how it was supposed to be.

Never understanding that I wasn't free.

 

I was to young to confess it.

I thought that if it was wrong i would be protected.

Because your my mother so, thats what I expected.

Even though danger wasn't what I projected.

 

He took everything from me.

Things at the time I couldn't understand the importance of.

He broke me.

At the same time I was searching for your love.

 

You know I'm still a little girl at heart.

Waiting for my song to be sung.

He stole my innocence.

But I didn't know it.

Because at the time,

I was just,

Too young.

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