in syllables of 8
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Second marriage to a druggie
He's spending all your salary
On his weed "medicine" weekly
Wonder why you're always angry
Dreamed that you'll be a princess here
But you're working right here and there
Your husband's chilling in his lair
All for your daughter is anger
And mom, you're wasting away fast
And mom, you're still toxic as fuck
But mom, I still want to help you
But mom, this is the life you chose
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Cinnamon Shots
PoetryShots for strong, sweet, bitter, salty and sometimes, the favors mix so well, come see what you can taste from these words. collection of the poems I've written :) some of these poems are in freestyle or measured and rhymed. most of my poems are s...
