Poems from Broken
Permed pressed and pampered
My hair, oh my hair.
Its beend abused and tampered with
Since I was young how could I dare
To go natural?
Is...
Permed pressed and pampered
My hair, oh my hair.
Its beend abused and tampered with
Since I was young how could I dare
To go natural?
Is...
A seven yeae old
She began to draw
The things that came to mind were very bold
She could make a design just from what she saw
People...
You are supposed to TEACH
Not JUDGE
You always say what you don't do.
But what have you done?
Are your kids as perfect as you claim they...
What do you do?
When you don't know what to believe.
What do you do?
When the person you love picks up and leaves.
What do you do?
When you...