Poems from Rchamilton
What people think when the see a white mom with kids
Oh she works so hard.
They're so cute!
They must be a handful
oh terriable two's...
Sometimes I wish I could just hide
Sometimes I wish I could be eveyone else
Sometimes I wish I could smoke pot
Sometimes I wish I didn't...
She looks in the mirror who she sees is not who she is.
An easy hit? A slut?
She's heard them all,
but that's not who she is.
Just see...