Jen Ocide

Rookie (my mama)

Spread - Poem by Jen Ocide

On my bedspread like a trophy you smear thick hate
selfish destruction you elate
the one I loved is dead
your fake self skin all it was in the end
You're not nice, you're mean
through batting eyelashes you decieve

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 21, 2011


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