| Re: Practice.2- End Rhyme (CRITIQUE.comments) Slave
I'm told I'm worthless
Somewhat I'm left breathless
Used to think I was pure
Now I'm just unsure
Is it what I believe?
Why a beating I recieve?
Here I sit in tears
My cries he hears
On a bed in chains
Sheets covered with stains
Abuse my body get
My face always wet
I tried to stay in the light
But now its leaving my sight
'' the poem so dark but it rimes perfectly i love it'' |