Amy Louise Kerswell
Bastards Srtike - Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
Bastards have already stuck their strike.
All ready had the forced entery.
In my head they stay no to exit.
I felt pain that day.
I had the pain.
Hurt through and through.
Now I know what hate is.
Becuase hate is all I feel for you.
Bastards strike on the weak.
The speak threats with their beak.
They had thier nasty streak.
Tuants and threats they speak.
Bastards raped me and I hate them.
Theyre are scum.
Evil vile scum.
And rotten to the core.
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