Little Girls Poem by abi Whitaker
Little Girls
We're just a gang
Of very screwed up little girls
In our mothers high heels
That we thought we could walk in
But we got brave and tried to run
And I need to learn
That cold pizza and mums back-of-the-cupboard alchohol
Won't fix everything
Like I said
The screwed up little girls have come out to play
We're oldest friends
And we all have our darkest moments
Especially me
So do not judge me
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4/19/2024 12:42:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very interesting piece of work.