Broken Home
I've chewed up
spit out
and booed off stage
just for talking
about todays society
out of my mouth flew rage
half crazed am I for rambling
in a daze
what, for trying to stop rape
from happening
Honestly I could careless
of your upbringing
the pure thought of it unending
forever shall I be decending
the words of a story teller
begging to leave this so called shelter
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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