The Voodoo Girl Poem by Kylie Pastor
The Voodoo Girl
I knew a girl.
I can't remember her name.
But whatever pain you cause her would be inflicted
back on you.
She was a young,
curly haired, curious girl.
She look as if she'd transfered
So much pain to people,
that she was just waiting to cause more harm,
but i knew not to try.
I can't remember where i met her.
Oh yeah,
Last time I saw her,
was in the mirror.
I don't know who gave you a four but I think this was great. Continue to grow with your poems.
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4/23/2024 7:57:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nicely written....but i think this is quite sad that u think like this...... ahh be positive is all i gotta say............good one.......