🔗 a slam poem

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I'm not the only kid who grew up this way
Surrounded by prices of shattered heart
Turning to dust
On bloody finger tips
One phrase echoes in my head

They have to be wrong

A kid
With the ability to go home
Too a happy family
Had the audacity to tell me to get over it

And then

"You look like a mistake someone tried to erase but opulent quite get the job done"

Broken heart strings bleed out
As I cry to feel something
And nothing

My own mother said to my face

"You were a fucking mistake and I wish you were never born, you little bitch."

And you have the audacity
To tell me
To get over it

I don't know
Who the fuck you think you are
But back the fuck up
Before I beat you the duck up

Damn

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