by Arcassin Burnham
Like an angel forsaken and dipped in hellfire,
she was a girl of many things and many talents when the school whores
don't really expire,
she was a good liar,
she was something more electric like a live wire,
Did so many things that she wasn't proud of that a real teen wouldn't do,
girls all over school disgracing her name , like just be glad it wasn't you,
been at it since 8th grade and still ain't change in the actual,
But a nice home , good man ,two kids and a dog would be virtual,
Almost like a simulation because she thinks it won't ever happen,
remembering her last boyfriend , her was eyes were blackened,
was never a role model , she'd tell them to join the wagon,
i'll meet you at the bus stop,
As beautiful as heaven and destructive like her dad,
lived at nana's house to go to school , she was the only one she had,
and she was always sad,
because her grand daughter that she loved dearly was simply
going mad,
Had her first child with a guy that'll never leave her side,
that'll never black her eyes , that'll never make her cry,
but instead in the midst of situations he would dry her eyes,
took her to rehab and showed how to be a strong person,
He Saved her life before her life could even worsen,
I see your happy at the bus stop.
- Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 8th, 2017 11:01
- Comment from author about the poem: ©ABPoetry2017 http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/01/bus-stop.html
- Category: Love
- Views: 41
Comments3
Nicely written. Expresses hope for change for everyone. -- phoenix
Great write
Nicely done.
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