Never did.
Always looked
down on me:
fruit of your womb
like pus in your boil
a lamb for your
slaughter
Hey, Ma!
Wake up.
rub the dried
blood vengeance
from your eye
I'm no sacrificial Isaac,
fad child
no modern inconvenience.
It was your
choice.
First I cramped your
stomach.
Now I cramp
your style.
— 01:45:03 AM
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05/27/2008 07:34 PM Reply
i write poetry to these are pretty good but there needs to be more im in the process of getting some of mine published if you ever wanna read some my email is cro.sami@yahoo.com msg and let me kno