Last Night

Mama not even caring no more
Ole dude did you wrong left you sitting at the door 
Nobody, own your own trying to make it 
Don't believe what no one have to say
You feel like it's trash, lie's, drama
Praying asking GOD for help every day
Wouldn't be like this if I had a dad 
To hold me down 
I got some thing to say 
I'm going to let it be known
I'm in alot of stress fell every day is a test
My worries: your drama : all boils down to alot of stress
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August 22, 2008 at 10:11 AM
Kymberlee - My prayers will be with you and I will ask the Lord daily to help bless your life - Very open and honest poetry
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August 20, 2008 at 5:05 PM
Kimberlee, as a poet/writer; you possess great depth. One small suggestion if I may, use of your spell check when you are fine-tuning or proof reading your works. I can feel the emotions jumping off the page. Keep writing for indeed there is potential in your works and in you, God’s Love and Many Blessings, Always, Adell
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