The Family Tree.A Poem by Estraya The son tells us the problems of his family members.
Family... Put up the Christmas tree... And tell us your stories... I saw dad had porn in the back of his truck... And my sister had a lot of loaded guns... What about you mother... Aren't you one of those cutters... You hide your knives in the corner... Family... Put up the Christmas tree... Don't blame me...blame the family tree... Pervert father... Psycho sister... Mother who always cuts in front of the mirror... What about you and me... We are like a pair of mysteries... We're just trying to fit in... This somewhat family tree... © 2016 Estraya |
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EstrayaNew Orleans, LAAboutMy name is Estraya ( Ester) and I am 15 years old. I like to write poems based on venting about what I went through before or my feelings. Sometimes I like to write poems about straight up thriller or.. more..Writing
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