First Love

You gave me a title 

Therefore I called you mine 

My job was to love you all the time

I did overtime I gave more of my 

Thoughts

Words

Wisdom

Then myself 

You were a spoiled brat 

That wanted more 

Like a mother on her last dime

I had to steal your heart in order to provide

All you wanted was me 

You made comments like you've changed 

Remember I gave her up for you 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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