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Tenea Gibson Poem
We were friends since day one,
always outside having fun.
As the day would past,
the fun would always last.
Until that day I had to go,
you held me tight and screamed no!
When i go older, i joined the army,
never thought it would be better for me.
I got a letter that said I had to go to war,
when I told my mom, it hurt her like a never ending sore.
you are no longer my friend, you're my brother,
but its a shame we have to fight each other.
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Tenea Gibson Poem
If I'm an embarrassment, if I'm too big,
then change my name, call me The Pig.
I'm sorry I can't be skinny like a swimsuit model,
I know what you're thinking, the babies crying where's her bottle?
I can be other things, maybe not skinny,
if you don't believe me, I bet you a penny.
You never knew how I felt, I never came out,
instead I laughed with you, never dared to pout.
As the years past I thought I was strong,
but slowly I started to realize that I was wrong.
I hope what I'm saying doesn't come as a shock,
because I didn't mean for it to be, truly not.
It took so long, so many years,
but hopefully now I can dry these tears.
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Tenea Gibson Poem
Here lives a girl, whose life was out of
proportion.
Used to have a baby; but decided on an
abortion.
Her boyfriend just left her, told her it
was over.
Now the baby's gone, he's telling her how
much he loves her.
She only has a few relatives and not too
many friends.
Everyone else left her because they didn't
think her problems would ever end.
Her father dealt drugs, her mother is a
drunk.
Trying to get through life living in what
you'd call a dump.
Sitting up at late night with tears in her eyes.
Hoping for a better life while watching the
sun rise.
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Tenea Gibson Poem
How is a child suppose to succeed,
if you're not there when he is in need?
How is a child who father claims that he is always too busy,
trying to get through life that is not that easy.
How is a child that is mostly abused,
really knows how it is to feels not to be used?
How is a child that cries at night,
knows when to smile when he sees that true light?
How is a child who no longer wants to live,
will know all the good things that life has to offer him, if he did?
So little answers, too many questions,
So why do we take the time to ask them?
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We need more money we're nearly poor,
and with that said she shut the door.
In the car he sat an waited,
is this worth it to myself I debated.
I opened the door and slid into the car,
inside myself my heart had a million scars.
When the car pulled off I filled with fright,
as he stroked my leg and squeezed it tight.
He then pulled over to an empty street,
that's when I realized he's really a freak.
There he did it, I didn't dare to scream,
for all I know he could get mean.
I got out of the car with my tank top and mini skirt,
with tears in my eyes about how much it hurt.
Standing on the corner with ten dollars in my hand,
but yet i love her, why I don't understand.
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