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Tue, 04/04/2017 - 10:46 -- hhunter

When did the cost of living,

Become so expensive.

Working two full-time jobs,

Minnimum wage,

Still cant afford to eat. 


The lampshade,

Needs to be dusted again,

And so does the vase,

That my grandmother bought. 


She covers up the bruises 

With makeup in the mirror.

Will this be convincing enough 

For them?

When will she realize 


Her skin, 

Was meant to be carresed,

Not bruised. 

When will she put a stop to his abuse?


His words do more damage,

Than her razorblades ever could.  



This poem is about: 
My family
My country


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