Mother
Warrior who entertained
me with the shiny armor.
let me punch it; test her pained
passionated heart that was so secure
secrete in my fathers suit
given without a lawsuit
my queen a title that suit
only the best five star suite
In the guetto purple rained,
"Get out or survive no more."
"The rain is grey", I complained.
I thought I had found the cure
This poem is about:
Me
My family
Our world
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