This poem comes from my Loathing of my last period teacher
Anger, fire, rage they burn from within
I've had enough I'[m fired I've had it up to the brim
She makes me sick, al;ways talking smack
If I wasn't saved I'd beat her ass and dats a fact
I'm tryna stay calm tryna keep cool
but she keep on and she gone make me act a straght fool
I'ma get real ignant and sho I'm from da hood
she keep fuckin wit me and I'ma fuck her up good
P.S. My dear Alabama friends as you can see from this
poem school is not well and I do not like it...AT ALL!
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