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Monica Bradley Poem
every where i walk i get picked on
just for being me sometimes i feel alone
but with my twin i feel never gone
were one in the same
and can always know each others pain
being a twin is a gift from above
we have each other and what's not to love
we share common goals
that never gets old
we live our life normal
waiting for life to unfold
and that's being a twin
our story never gets old
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Monica Bradley Poem
Im living in fear
the lies I hear , I can never really bear
im torn between what's and what's right
for what's wrong I have to fight
it seems Im always on the run for me
Im confused on what I really see
And who I could really truly be
my thoughts are consuming
im always assuming
I need to conclude it,
rather real or fake
my life is not a mistake
my life always takes the cake
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Monica Bradley Poem
To hate your haters
is never in your favor
just pray a prayer
and let your haters be your motivators
never look up but above
An don't hate your haters, save it for love
so stay strong and never give up
to let the haters know enough is enough
your more than different
and that makes you tough
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Monica Bradley Poem
if i had a dime for the same word i heard everyday
ID be able to pay my way
make me a place to call mines and stay
life would a living award
nothing would ever be hard
id have no regards
if i had a dime for every time i heard
id have enough to make me fly like a bird
enough to make me my own little words
and the best dinner ever served
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Monica Bradley Poem
isint life a weird
so many cases have been feared
life is not always feared
your life is one big question
we ask it daily as a message
instead different texting
life is never bad
sometimes it may me us mad
but living it makes us remember the good
times we had
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Monica Bradley Poem
YOU SAY ID MISS YOU
YET ID GIVE THE WORLD TO DISMISS US TO
THE THINGS I ONCE BELIEVED WERENT AT ALL TRUE
CERTAIN THINGS WERE
ONCE SO VERY NEW
SO NOW ITS TIME TO GET REAL
FIRST YOU TAKE AND THEN YOU STEAL
YOULL MAKE THOSE TOYS YOUR NEXT MEAL
YOUR LIES ARE OUT
MAINLY BECAUSE NOTING GOOD EVER
COMES FROM YOUR MOUTH
SAID YOU NEVER LEARNED TO LOVE
BUT INTILL I CAME ALONG YOU WERE JUST ANOTER LIVING THUG
SO QUICK TO BELEVE YOUR LOVE FELL FROM ABOVE
I HAVE NO THOUGHTS OF US
THER ALL GONE EVEN SO MUCH AS OUR TRUST
BECAUSE OUR LOVE WASINT ENOUGH IT WAS TO MUCH
AND WHEN I HELD IT IN I WAS SO AFRIAD I MIGHT BUST
SO I LET IT ALL OUT AND FORGOT TO TRUST
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Monica Bradley Poem
My love for you never died
but as a result we never tried
you cheated and lied
and never even tried to hide
i guess that's why were apart
i just had to big of a heart
for you to outsmart
i loved you but you didn't want it
you don't have to lie just admit
i was just to good for you so forget
someone like you could never be worthy
i need a guy to make me know and fell like a queen
and better than what you would think the definition of love means
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Monica Bradley Poem
I WALKED IN CLASS
LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL IN A MASK
WHO WAS AFRIAD TO BE UNMASKED
IVE BEEN BULLIED TO MANY TIMES
TO LET YOU THINK THAT THIS IS JUST A SILLY RHYME
BULLINGIS ONE THING BUT RESPECT IS ANOTHER
RESPECT IS NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN TAKE FROM ONE ANOTHER
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Monica Bradley Poem
to because im different from the rest they pick or throw shade i think its sick is it because quiet and stay to myself or talk to my friends and no one else does it really make me different from anyone else or just another cycle person that needs help
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Monica Bradley Poem
As i looked into the eyes of the man who killed my father, who didn't care that he had a daughter ,but could care less about a lady in distress, when my mom found out she could barely lay her head to rest, yeah he could never clean up his own dirty mess, he hit and ran, and didn't have the heart to stand , just didn’t even give the body a chance, so i watched picking him up with my bleeding hand, he didn't even fight with his fist like a real man.
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