Poems by Whitley

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  • The rain beats down on my cardboard box
    Soaking my body straight through to my socks...

  • I don't know how else to say it
    but that, "we really need to talk&quot...

  • Mom... (2)

    I'm sorry that you hate me now
    Mom i really am...

  • Relief (2)

    I hate this!
    I hate you, my family, and my life...