poem.
In 10th grade a boy asked a girl out.
She politely declines.
He calls her a b//ch,w//re and etc.
In 10th grade, she went through a
decline of happines and the increase
of the sadness because home is harsh.
She picks up her mother after school,
no, not at the program.
She picks her mother up and puts her
on the sofa, puts a blanket on her and
throws the empty of whiskey into the
recycling bin. Tonight, she'll be
spending her end of the day cooking,
and cleaning. Doing homework til 3 AM.
Come to school with a smile because in
10 grade when a girl smiles and no one
knows.
It's okay.
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