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a poem I wrote this morning, about my boo. it started out some what girly, and it ended up with someone dieing. its my first poem where I tried to count my syllables, and it didn't come out right.

yes, my boyfriends a cripple and walks with a limp, but I can surely tell you he isn't no wimp.

yes, I am fat and awkward and I have red hair. that still doesn't give you the f*****g right to stare.

you stupid people gawking at me and my boo. I hope that you know that I will always hate you.

He may walk with a limp, he may walk with a cane. but I will definitely help him cause you pain.

you fucked with a mobster, you fucked with a poet, sir your DOA and I don't think you know it.

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[ur_ginger_girl]

I'm looking for a title for it, I cant think of one.