by Adarri Rowe
The bruises
that's tattooed on me
they burn my skin it
hurts me deep with
no where to go nothing
to do. The bruises that
hurt the ones that's
tattoed. Hunger for
love care + help mommies
is gone what is there that's
left? No purpose in life
no purpose to love the
life I live It's like mud
slippery, stuck for life if i
had one wish it would
be to make this right.
April 24, 2009
Go, Adarri!
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful! You're an awesome writer Adarri!
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ReplyDeletethis is a great poem and it sound alot like my poem but i forgot the name of it
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