Five fingered starA Poem by Olive Belikov
You call me a b***h,
Say "get out out of my face", And push me down. You say you love me But slap me around. I say I'm sorry, it's not my fault; I cry for love and a holding hand. The only hug I get Is the weight of your arm I hold While your drunk and can't stand. You call me a w***e, Say im a mess up; Then call me a b***h For not loving you more. But I play along with your game 'cause I can't stand the idea of you Hitting my brother. Crying softly to myself Is all I can do, As I cover the five fingered star Thar brands me forever. © 2011 Olive Belikov |
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3 Reviews Added on October 3, 2011 Last Updated on October 28, 2011 AuthorOlive BelikovMTAboutI am a daughter, a sister, a grand-daughter, a niece, a cousin, a friend. I am a partner, a student, a young girl, and a grown woman. I am confident and scared, terrified and excited. I am loving and .. more..Writing
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