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As I was twelve years old
There were issues between my parents everywhere we’d go
Growing apart after every word said
Until the end of the marriage when the relationship went dead
Wow this poem is old, I was 12.... (2009)
Who asked for peace
At 12:00 in the chi?
Or in harlem New York by their mouth?
Who asked for peace
When the Klu Klux Klan cries?
My mother is weak
And I cannot stand it
She is feeble, stupid, and plain
Who are you?
And where is the woman that I once knew?
You’re a weakling, darling
A scaredy little ghost
I've gone through adequate measures to beat the monster that resides within me
This thing lay secreted beneath the surface of my skin
Readying to rupture out at any which moment
