Ti'ara D. Perry
Hit - Poem by Ti'ara D. Perry
for making a phone call
for not even getting in trouble at all
with a fis that feels so deadly
what did I do for them to hate me
it isn't hat they say, it's love
but I don't feel anything but the burn from the rug
I have to cover up the scars and bruises
getting sick from all the medicine and doses
I think my life is coming to an end
they cut the cord, but now i'm in a place called 'HEAVEN'
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