Rossella Rossella Poems

Dear United States of America,

So you think we're fighting prejudice?
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You come running up,
rubbing against me.
So willing to give love.
Needing to be loved.
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I need you to know that it's not over for me.
You think that I'm okay because I'm on the meds but that's not always the case.

I need you to know that sometimes I have bad days and it's not my fault.
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La Mia Mamma
La mia mamma ha data la luce a me,
e per questo sono grata.
Simpatica era lei,
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You are so wonderful, words can not express,
how much you've done for me and how you've saved me from distress.

I hope I can show the world what you've done for me,
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What hurts the most is that you are supposed to be my friend,
but you treat me like a foe.

Don't you see I love you? Yet you drive me crazy.
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