My sister asked my mother,
Do you want to hear my poetry?
She said yes and praised about it to the family.Then there's me,
Do you want to hear my poetry?
I asked
My mother simply didn't answer
As if my voice doesn't deserve her attention.My voice felted betrayed and smothered
Do you want to hear my poetry?
I won't ask again.( It was a draft, I wrote this a lot time ago)
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Passionate Poem Of Powerful Feelings
PoetrySeries of poems I wrote when time seems to go on forever...