Ill Win

Ill Win

A Poem by Emma-Joan

Each word is like a whip
Sending me spiralling like a leaf
Into the cold and hellish pit

You say I'm fat 
You say I'm stupid
You say I'm a piece of crap

You think your right
But think again
Your not.

I am not fat
I am not stupid
You,my friend, must be on crack

I told you before
I aint telling you again
ill fight this like a war
And guess what? ill win.

© 2014 Emma-Joan


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Added on September 30, 2014
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Emma-Joan
Emma-Joan

Red Deer , Canada



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