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it burns my pockets carrying its weight is a heavy burden i am alwa lookig for you but it is too elusive
Black and yellow spots
Poems They're not my thing They have a social stigma Poems Poems They make my inner thoughts loud My exterior remains so stoic Poems Poems
I am a woman I laugh, cry, smile, and frown I never want to let my family down I am a daughter Indescribable and pure like water I am a sister I come from good intentions I am a mother
A young girl once harmed; many times for many years. A young girl once harmed; confuse and anguished in utter pain. That young girl turned bad. Seemed as though her innocense was gone.
mind is on hold heart is in fast forward words were once all that needed to be heard Now The People Need A Proclamation. A Declaration From You To The People.