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This poem is my rage toward my grandmother, whom would rather spit on my face, than even look at what she has done to me.
Submitted:May 25, 2008 Reads: 125 Comments: 4 Likes: 2
Never ask me how I've been
If you wan't to keep your face
Never tell me I'm wrong again
I swear I'll snap
And you'll be to blame
Don't unleash me
Be afraid
This whole new world of Karma
I'm Takeing back from you
You have no choice
Give it up
Your game is through
I can be cold
And soon you'll see
You don't want to know
The other side of me.
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