Get Your Facts Striaght Poem by mona martinez

i've been through alot,
and you still no help,
all you do is bring me down,
and make me feel like $#it,
ler me freakin live my life,
it's already bad i want to give up,
but, there are things that matter,
you don't no longer matter to me,
i'm sick of you bringing me down,
your words hurt more than,
a knife cutting my skin,
we may be family,
but, where is the love?
something you don't know how to do,
such as your communitcation,
it been how long,
since we really talked,
now i know why,
you don't know how to listen,
and in the end,
you make me feel dumb,
do you care?
or is it an act?
because all i have to say,
is get the facts before
you open your mouth!


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4-29-09