Donna Nimmo Poems

She drive's into her neighborhood
Her heart starts racing
She knows he's been pacing
She can't explain what took so long
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You're still young and innocent and mild
After all you're still only a child
You have parents, that are supposed to protect you
But often they don't, more than they do
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I didn't know why I was really born
I had a sad childhood and was always torn
Didn't know my daddy, didn't really know my mother
It was just us three, with my sister and my brother
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If I became crippeled or maimed
Would I have your love or just your pity?
Would you cherish and take care of me?
Or would you put me in a nursing home?
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Your heart, your body can never heal
From back when you were given, a raw deal
He kept you in a cage with no bars
And even now you can feel the scars
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He goes to work early everyday
For him to be safe is what I pray
He often works late, not a set time
He stays busy on the streets, fighting crime
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There was a little turtle named George
On his food he would always gorge
He popped out of his shell
And said what the hell
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I'm through with you, can't hurt me anymore
You've had your fun, got what was in store
You played the controlling game too long
I'm free from you now and know you were wrong
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I spend alot of time writing poems, telling my story
Most are kind of sad, doesn't offer much glory
My best friend is my paper and my pen
It brings me back to places I have been
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I worked in a bar, to make fast money
The people were kind and often funny
I would make their drink, listen to their story
They sought my council, but I got the glory
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