-Other Perspective to Poem 19-
He made me feel sick.
He constantly stared at my chest.
He would make vulgare comments and act like it was a joke
He bit his lip whenever I bent down to get something
Just being in the same room as him made me uncomfortable.
I walked over and spoke to him,
"Time for school, dad"
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The Words That Can't Be Spoken // Poetry
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems that I write! I will take suggestions on poems so comment down below if you want one about a topic you have picked :) The poems aren't in a specific order, or tell a story but there may be part 2 ext. to certain poems! ...
