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Aggression
A Poem by
Kamari's
Aggression It's the fuel to my fire the power in my stance. I may be delicate but trust me I will bring you down to my size . I do not think..
trauma
A Poem by
Kamari's
Mommy will you wake up today when I come home from school? Mommy will my step dad hit you and I have to hide in my room protecting the kids? Mom..
A young woman
A Poem by
Kamari's
A young woman is what I am and I am proud of that. Many women have fought for me to be here today and I hope one day to thank them. From the wom..
In my eyes
A Poem by
Kamari's
When people look at me I know they see a small young lady with blonde hair and blue eyes , a small nose, and a wide smile. When I look at people ..
Im so tired
A Poem by
Kamari's
I'm so tired just tell me what you want. Is it a yes or no. Why do you reject me when I get snappy but get onto me when I do the same things yo..
Demons
A Poem by
Kamari's
They call to me whisper "You know you will have fun". I try to ignore them try to act as off they are not there. They just laugh "Young lady we ..
Fire
A Chapter by
Kamari's
Smoke was still coming from the curtains or what were the curtains I smelled the fabric burning still and I saw the ash fall on the tile floor. I ..
The truck
A Chapter by
Kamari's
My father told me to get into the truck , I felt the bumps of gravel as we drove. My father light a cigarette "Ivette , you are special so is your ..
Aunt Alana
A Chapter by
Kamari's
The ride to my aunt's and uncle a was quite. My father was the only one who accompanied me because my brother was still healing from his burns and my ..
Dinner
A Chapter by
Kamari's
I sat at the dinner table starring at the pot roast my aunt had mad us yet I was not hungry. My uncle was looking at me "Something wrong Ivette?" I..
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