ProblemA Poem by Courtney Hough
I have this problem,
Or is it a curse? Whatever it is, It only gets worse. I'm always accused, Before anything is known. By the way I look or dress, Always called a sinner who must atone. The problem is I care, All I want to do is listen. I want to carry burdens, Be someone to confide in. I'm labeled...w***e, homewrecker, skank, and the most classic... a b***h. I guess I'm unlikable, The face and body I have is the glitch. I'm not saying I'm gorgeous, And I'm not conceded. It's just what I've been told, I guess I was born defeated. © 2016 Courtney Hough |
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1 Review Added on August 19, 2016 Last Updated on August 19, 2016 AuthorCourtney HoughIDAboutMy son and my daughter are my world. They make my life so much better. And I’m obsessed with my pets. I can’t believe all the things/Amazon packages my husband puts up with. True love! I a.. more..Writing
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