Ghetto KidsA Poem by skye
I was held tightly in her arms as she said
"hello baby" not aware of how fucked up on Xanax she was. She left ten minutes later with the bad a*s who influenced her to pop pills. I would've told the little f****r to hitch up his khaki's and take off his red polo school shirt, but i wasn't about to hit someone who had been in uniform. © 2011 skye |
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Added on October 12, 2011 Last Updated on October 12, 2011 Author
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