Bawl Out Poems - Poems about Bawl Out

...Every day they call me, The battered, the shattered And the sat upon The smothered, overly mothered And the sat upon The neglected, rejected The undetected undirected And the shat upon The t......

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...The people began to say that I am the richest woman in Linstead town, and that cause many people to flock around, me and started to beg me money. Not a dollar in my pocket or a dime in my purse, they......

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...As we aspire a new day We believe we are all like you all And as you experince another day The consequence will demand a teacher in you all. As we move on with the time We retrieve we were once like......

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...Your clothes are flimsy as rags With dirt’s that stench the air Your skin are dry and creaky Like a bread that lost its touch Your mouth always quick to speak With a voice sounding like drums D......

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