August 23, 2010
By Alexa Reed BRONZE, Washington, District Of Columbia
Alexa Reed BRONZE, Washington, District Of Columbia
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Disrespect comes in many shapes and forms
People who use it are like little worms
I tried to be a nice
Instead she was cold as ice
Calling me female dog and more stuff
All my anger towards her came as a rush
Before I knew it I was shaking
And wishing I wasn’t in the making
Of an evil dream
Only my eyes could see
A dream were people get hurt
When I go kirk
I mean it's the hard core deal
I don't care if you up-chuck your meal
When I put you in place
You will surely taste
What you dished out to me
And what your eyes didn't see
I know it sounds violent and mean
But that’s just what it seems
I don't like to take it there
But it doesn’t bother me when I have to share
My feeling with you
Because you did something out of the blue
I'll be the 1st to admit
I surely did want to hit
Her right across her mouth
And kick her right out
Of MY dream
So it could go back to a pleasant thing
But it didn't go like that
I went back
To being as nice as I possible
And she finally became logical
She said we were cool
And I knew we could
Even though all the mean and violent dreams about her
And everything that happened in our stir
I will always respect her even if there is just a little
Because I don't like disrespect nor do I like a fiddle
But yeah that’s about it
For my little fit

The author's comments:
My inspiration was from this chick. Yeah but were cool now. And it was all over a boy.

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