Rossella Rossella Poems

Dear United States of America,

So you think we're fighting prejudice?
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You come running up,
rubbing against me.
So willing to give love.
Needing to be loved.
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I wake up into a dream every morning.
I'm standing in a crowded room and everyone is laughing and smiling.
It's like one big party.
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There are times Lord where I want to stop living.
I am overcome with guilt and shame.
I want love but my family can't give me that.
I wonder why you allow this to happen, but the truth is...
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I need you to know that it's not over for me.
You think that I'm okay because I'm on the meds but that's not always the case.

I need you to know that sometimes I have bad days and it's not my fault.
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La Mia Mamma
La mia mamma ha data la luce a me,
e per questo sono grata.
Simpatica era lei,
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