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This poem is for my family. We've been through a lot but we haven't
been there for eachother. It's sad that we don't talk anymore
and it's hurting us all. I really misses everyone but no
one calls and like I doesn't feel part of the family.
I Dont really consider us a family anymore because family is supposed to be there for each other but were not nextbhie previous
Thus often would he leave our peaceful home, And find elsewhere his business or delight; out of our valle's limit did he roam; full many a time, upon a stormy night, his voice came to us in neighbouring height: often could we see him driving full in view at mid-day when the sun is shinning bright; what ill was on him, what he had to do, a mighty bred among our quiet crew.
Parents cursing, dishes being broke
Dad sleeping around, Mama finna cut his throat,
Marriage growing apart and we witnessed it all
No kid is too little to know what's going on
When Mama crying in the kitchen,
Mama packing her bags and walking out the door
Even the best of families hit the floor
Kids left crying, trying pick up the pieces and mama returned when she calm her self because she cant leave because she loves us dearly nextbhie previouzly
My family is broken and cannot be fixed. I wonder if they love me or if I'm even missed.
We used to be so happy but where did that go? It was such a stupid fight. Who knows what about. I just remember it all ended in screams and shouts. No one calls my mom and it makes her very sad.
I'm not sure how they feel but I almost feel alone.
I don't know what happened to the special bonds we had nextbhie
Sometimes you wish us to scram and be lost
But be wary for if we leave, large will be at cost
If the time comes and all the women be gone
One won't be able to certify the manliness of a man.
Always conscious, very insecure
Thus you must make them always feel secure
If jealous, you must make a move
Just to make them happy, be in their normal mood
This woman is so pretty
That one is not even close to ordinary
Some are fragile and delicate
Others are easy to manipulate
Some men complain:
Women only give them pain
Money and time are wasted
They make life so complicated
Both kinds whether traditional or modernized
Has strengths but still criticized
Inferior than man
Weaker and softer, hard to stand