Looking out the window
and it isnt there for sure
you know?
They beat her
Hit in the face
blood on the headge
screeching car noises
blood like sherry split
in the toilet
She spits
and wont admit it
because its to much for it!
SHE KNOWS who she is
The other doesnt
Messages to break her
down
make it worse
Post her hell
Put the laundry on the damn clothesline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem