Barbara Ross Poems

I live this life that isn't me.
I walk the street, that makes me weak.
I started dealing when I was ten,
You think you know me.
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He's here
He's there
His needs
She's willing
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When I looking at you,

You wonder what do I see...
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I am and will always be a women that stands up for who I am,
Everybody walks around saying there stuff,
They think that their cool,
I go along with it,
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