MISFIT HAVEN
I asked Mama; "Where do I Go
when I Die?" And All I had to
Do was look Into her hatred
Filled eyes. Since '02 I was an
Abomination! I Beg you lord grant
Me peace in Misfit Haven. A Small
city with Golden gates, Protected and
Shielded from Our parents hate. A
quiet place with No pressure where
We chose our own Fate. In Misfit Haven
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False Hopes & Dreams
PoésiePoems all written by yours truly. ; some poems are inspired by rappers or poets
