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Breana Williams Poem
A promise is something we all believed in as a child.
Maybe your mother promised you that candy you saw.
Maybe you dad promised you that new toy.
But sometimes promises aren't always fulfilled.
Everytime a promise is broken, you believe less and less.
Soon you end up not believing at all.
What once was a hope and dream will become nothing at all.
The pinky promises that you once thrived on.
Becoming nothing but a thought.
Once a joyful kid now a hopeless teen.
All because a broken promise.
So think about those broken promises.
Think about the effects they had.
Imagine the childhoods you've ended.
Because an empty promise.
Copyright © Breana Williams | Year Posted 2023
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Breana Williams Poem
Hate is something that grows within a person.
You cannot truly hate someone based off words of another.
But when hate has made it's roots it's not likely to leave.
Like how I hate your touch, I tense up just for a moment, remembering that night.
How I hate your looks, everytime I look at you, I see your silhouette.
How I hate your voice, only hearing your sorry excuse and pleads for forgiveness.
The hate I have for you did not grow overnight. It grew for months before roots were made. The hate I have for you never sprouted out of thin air. It grew over time before if finally made a stance.
Copyright © Breana Williams | Year Posted 2023
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Breana Williams Poem
I will never be that girl.
The girl who has long silky hair.
The girl who struts the hall without fear.
The girl who spoke her mind.
But that girl never bat an eye in my direction.
That girl never wasted a breath on me.
That girl never had to think the things I thought.
That girl never looked at herself the way I do.
Yet that girl will not grow to the same length as me.
That girl will not learn the lessons I learned.
That girl will not face the challenges as me.
So that girl, will always be my past.
But that girl, will not be my future.
Copyright © Breana Williams | Year Posted 2023
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