She'd wake the next morning
hoping it was just a dream
finding out her mommy
really wasn't mean
A bat or a broomstick
A hnager or a hand
A little or a lot
She couldn't understand
Why someone who
claimed to care
would shout and yell
and pull her hair
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Sad Poetic Justice
PoetryThis book will contain mostly short poems or qoutes every now and then possibly it will have long ones. (mostly depressing poems and qoutes)
