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Poetry By: RJohnson

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Submitted:Jan 8, 2008    Reads: 203    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I have to come here continuously to be on dialysis.

My kidneys are no longer good and I really hate this.

Several of my relatives could've donated a kidney but they all said no.

I've always been good to them and when they refused, it was pretty low.

When my brother had an accident last year, I donated blood.

I even bought him his first car and he treated me like mud.

After three and a half decades, I finally see these relatives for what they are.

Being related to such losers really hurts and it has given me emotional scars.

Maybe I'll get a kidney even though things look pretty grim.

But when it comes to my relatives, I will never forgive them.


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