Yesterday i was angry
I hate went round in my head
That night I cied til I fell asleep
But this is what i dreamt
Yesterday i was angry
I hate went round i my head
I slammed my door and chucked everything
'I hate you, I wished you were dead! '
Like always, you knocked to kiss gudnight
But pride kept me silent-to win that fight
That night you left for work real late
'About time she left', I said with hate
Up-late I stayed watching T.V
Headline news was what i'd seen
A women was hit by a drive-by gun
Funny it is- description matches my mum
'Can't be right'-the telephone rings;
'I sorry to say......-and that was my dream.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem