Death

I guess this is it
Just wanna type this...
To show you..
Before I get hit...

Back in my childhood
I was happy and glad as it can be.
But here come my daddy, I would be sad if I could.
He smashed me and even knocked my tea.

But now it doesn't matter.
He really long gone.
Even he gone he still there to matter,
He beats me on trips

My mom really hated me what did I do?
My dad hated me too
What do I do, What should I do?
Yeah, He said "JUST SHOO!"

He cussed at me with all those words,
Made me feel like I was slave.
Like I was made for a curse.
Maybe I just someone to hate.

I guess goodbye, poet readers
He wouldn't care.
Even my momma, She probably be meaner.
I guess even when I dead he still will pull my hair.