"crub" poems
The way I walk its a crime
when I talk or dress in women attire its consider
a crime everything I do is consider a crime
why with me does everyone have to get so technical
what do you have to prove....I will forget anyway
me out of all people has to be the one who is targeted
and thrown away to the crub forget me not.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC