I Question
Rape, Hurt, Kill, and beat, from boyz to mens
and girls to womens,
It is hard to keep on track with the particular feelings for one another
Kill, and Hurt is being like a victim of everything that happens,
cause life is not easy and i know,
cause of me being a young one
who hurts when your being beat and hurt by your mother
and finds out that your mother have been rape and killed in the inside of her and it hurt me or some people in the life
I Question my self about me and my life of what i been through with the hardmanship of me and others
poem by Lilzett Willis
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