Dead Beat BoyA Poem by Nicole ReneePOV of a little boyMommy, what did I do to make You angry, to make you hit me so hard? I heard you and Daddy arguing about money, Yet I didn't understand why. I'm only four years old, And you picked me as the target. You made the two oldest children Hold me down, making the Oldest cousin watch me die, Not knowing what my face Looked like anymore. © 2008 Nicole ReneeAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on February 13, 2008 Last Updated on July 1, 2008 AuthorNicole ReneeAnoka, MNAboutI usually write poetry and short stories, yet I always come up with good ideas for novels. I did have a long biography on here,but when Charlie deleted everybody's work off of here on Friday the 13th,.. more..Writing
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