1 cut
2 cut...

Mom, guess what?
Im eighteen today...

This was wriiten for a class i am taking in...
nessa...

Fallen captive in hurt and strife
Breathing shallow breathes of life...

Although we are far apart
Remember you are always in my heart...

Tears flood my face as I respond to the news
You had to choose...

There is no point to this poem because if your my...
it will talk about the good times and the bad...

Tears roll down my face as I look at you.
I am your daughter, your disgrace...

The loss of a service men goes unnoticed
the death of a gang banger gets broad-casted...

Ciara,
Hey there little one...

God,
I dont need the answers...

There is this pain deep in my heart
and everytime we fight it tears me apart...