September 1, 2009
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My mama thinks that my mind is gone
And my daddy walked away
They say that I’m bad,
That I’m a disgrace.
I never crossed a man,
That didn’t need a hurting.
They treat me like a punk,
And a fool of a girl.
But you now that’s unheard of,
After a while, I got tired of it.
Now they watch how they talk,
And how they walk.
Because they know not mess with me,
They know not to tick me off.
They’re sorry for the hurt,
And for what they put me thru.
But I’m not goanna touch ‘em,
They’ll get what’s coming to.

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mana15 said...
Sept. 7, 2009 at 7:22 pm
It discribes a lot, it's very well put together, I think that the poem is awesom! I'd love to see more of your work! I think you should enter a contest or something.
Jessica M. said...
Sept. 7, 2009 at 3:09 pm
I really love this poem.
It great(:
Check mine out if you have the time
Jessica M. replied...
Sept. 7, 2009 at 7:30 pm
really? you guys like it? THX!
Jessica D. replied...
Sept. 7, 2009 at 9:29 pm
It's Great!!
Your welcome(:
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