Bruises Poem by Khyrstyana Jett

Bruises



I'm with 'your' at your house

We fight!
You hit.

I scream now I'm bruised mom freaks
calls you

It gets WORSE!

You get pissed knowing that i told what you had done 2 me...just b/c u said u loved me!

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