Poems from angelineduroseau
You ask me what happened, but I can't explain it
I got robbed of my love, and I can't obtain it back in my possession
Put it back you got...
Angeline Duroseau
Being born in the slums of Haiti, I knew pain like it was my favorite song, playing itself over and over in the boom...
My mother hates me
(The five senses of hate)
I know what hate tastes like
It’s a dry and bitter flavor of darkness that could never seem to...
read this poem upside down and it gives you a completely different prespective!
Ms.Greene
Period #8
(It has no title, but thats not the...
Angeline Duroseau
Sept/18/14
Period.06
Poem about water...