kwane Lamb

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No Mo' Hurt - Poem by kwane Lamb

> Damn! him, mother Fletcher!
> I gave him my best years
> And I end up in tears.
>
> I truly need to let go
> I just can't take his sh- no mo'
> I hate it when I smell his t-shirt
> I hate it when I find his dirt
>
>
> I truly need to let go
> Growing in me this rage
>
> Like a killer on stage
> You know he going to strike
> You've seen the play
> At it's ending everything is ok
> Things will be done my way
> I am the super dish on the plate
> I am not little, I am not late
>
> Time to let go
> Time to be really free
> I need to know who is me.
>
>
> I've got one
> foot out of the door'
> All... his stuff in the middle of the floor
>
>
> Burnt the t-shirts
> Vacuumed up the dirt
> For this lady there is no mo' hurt.

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  • (5/19/2005 2:04:00 PM)


    Time to let go
    Time to be really free
    I need to know who is me

    Yep, know this feeling!
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 19, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, May 7, 2010


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