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Zandersk

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1 poem·Since June 2019
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Restraint

June 1, 2019

Oh, my oh my

WHY?

Is it the fact that I’m 

SHY? 

Why do these girl 

TRY? 

I believe they want to make me 

CRY! 

But that was the old me 

the cold me 

not the big and bold me.

My mother always told me 

people will always try to hold me, 

back from bring the gold me.

Ive learn to ignore and sore 

to rise above and score. 

Restraint is the word 

it help me become a saint 

now when those girls try 

I don’t get mad or cry 

I simple smile and show them I’m not shy 

I’m older nd bolder. 

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