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Mar 2017
I ran down the road to quickly get home,
My grandmother wasn't there, I suppose,
I looked at my dog who had quickly grown,
I took a step in my grandmothers' room which smelled like cigarette smoke,
I seen my mother's brother who I desperately wanted to choke,
I always wondered why he'd lie about always being broke,
My mother looks just like me; She could be a secret clone,
Many people at my school asked me why I didn't have a phone,
I told them the reason, and they looked at me wrong,
When I looked at DJ, I was so very sprung,
When I looked up, he was already staring at me, and I thought he was the guy I had won.
AaliyahGisele
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AaliyahGisele  20/F/Tuskegee
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