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...