*This is what you thought of the New Girl*
She looked so happy...
Sitting in the playground,
As I await for you to arrive...
The problem that i for-see
is we still have poverty...
I planned it
Every detail...
She now lay there trying so hard to hang on but...
Please don't hit mom
i beg you not to...
You was my grandma,
but yet like my best friend...
You make me feel ugly
you make me sick...
How can I keep living
Like everything’s all right...
I'll never forget the abuse
Or how easily I bruise...
She walked all alone, everyday,
She cried at home, and hid it away...
The thunder roars.
The lightning flashes...