Advice
It seems now that
my time is come
Palms sparking
fires as they
rub
Seems like I’m drowning
in my own
blood
Still I
smile,
No, I don’t
cry
Because big girls
don’t
cry
Momma once told me
If a man ever sees you
cry,
He’s gonna rip you
apart
My dear,
it is best
You pretend you don’t even have a
heart.
Copyright © Alanah Rae | Year Posted 2016
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