Wow. Incredibly emotional poem. I get a really strong, independent feeling, but also a sort of...um, like "you can never be saved" kind of feeling. Depressing, but very good!
Only love I ever got Was from this bastard Believe it or not He used to love me Or so he said Until the day After we wed Four kids later and two black eyes No where to go No where to hide Momma don’t want us Dad never did He’d get the belt And we all hid Dads coming home Kids better skedaddle He’s on the drunk And ready for battle Till death do us part Or so they say Too late now I’ve got to stay |
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