Becky Ginn Poems

Children need a Daddy
For many, many things:
Like holding them high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings!
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Dear God,
Why do you let me live?
When I have prayed so long for death
I do not deserve the life I have got
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Self harm cuts me deep
Self harm makes me weep
Self harm makes me scared
Self harm means no one cares
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A dark cloud appears before me
Blocking out all that I could see
You carry on and think that all is fine
You don’t hear the clues or see the sign
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Stand like a soldier
Buried in my shoulder
Lies retraced
Across your palm
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Life has it's ups and downs
We can either smile or frown
I think life is one big challenge
All we can do is learn to manage
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Teachers are a nusense
They bug you all the time
What kids really want to do
Is turn them on to mime
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The colour of red
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I'm leaving now, so put all my things away and lock my bedroom door.
Remember my face, because you'll never see me again, unless it's through pictures or memories, or even on my grave.
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I love being a bycicle
With all the things I do
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