Sometimes, if I think about my life, I cry

by Debbie   Mar 28, 2007


People would say my life was good,

when they don't know,

that I'm tired of my family fighting,

of my grandpa hurting my feelings,

when I tell him that I my dad brought me over,

he says "Kabin?",

I say "No, my dad.",

for I'm afraid to say my daddy's name,

because I don't want to hear him say it,

that he's not my dad,

just a fat piece of shit,

because it hurts,

I don't like to think about my grandpa,

pointing guns,

at my momma,

because he's crazy,

and all I write is true,

that sometimes, If I think about my life, I cry...

Debbie Haggard
03/28/07

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