Poems from WallflowerHO
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pop goes the pistol through my head
I lay in the bedroom unspeakably dead
No one will ever think about my body on the bed
No...
Who am I?
And what do I stand for?
A million different things I can’t bear to name
My life is such a silly fucking game
My peers thirst...
America “ Land of the Free”
But what does that mean to me.
Orphans, and poverty
Opposition to authority
Gangs and disrespect to minorities...