Brianna Wilshusen Poems

Sister, you need them,
Sisters, I should know.
My sister needs me,
So I'm always there.
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Why am I,
So alone.
So dark and cold
Alone in the world.
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My mom said,
I am nice,
I am sweet,
Am I this?
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Emotions,
Who needs them?
Emotions,
Who cares?
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This week I ran,
I ran from home.
My father was cruel,
He treated me like,
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He is my love,
He is my life.
With him I am special,
With him I am safe.
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Where will I end up,
In this cold cold world.
Where will I end up,
On the streets with a gun?
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O'er the mountain yonder
O'er the hills I can see,
On top of the world
Atop my deep desires.
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Yesturday was great,
Yesturday was grand.
For it was yesturday,
That I met my true love.
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The taste,
The flavor!
How that pie was grand,
Cherries and cream.
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