abi Whitaker

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Little Girls - Poem by abi Whitaker

We're just a gang
Of very screwed up little girls
In our mothers high heels
That we thought we could walk in
But we got brave and tried to run
And I need to learn
That cold pizza and mums back-of-the-cupboard alchohol
Won't fix everything
Like I said
The screwed up little girls have come out to play
We're oldest friends
And we all have our darkest moments
Especially me
So do not judge me

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  • (6/2/2012 3:51:00 AM)

    A very interesting piece of work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 2, 2012

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