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[ He bury me in my grandmother's garden,
placing me in a potato stack,
he took off my hands with a rusty machete,
He hit me for crying,
he spit in my face for asking questions,
he cut off my hair,
he cut off toes and feet for asking for water,
he call me bitch, whore, and slut for wanting to go home,
he threw me on a bed of cockroches and they fill my wounds,
all because I say no, and when I said no that when he bury me in pieces in my grandmother's garden,
scarlet like blood, how could he choose her?
2 comments

DonaDiabla24Report

2010-08-29 23:02:43
I think this really is great !

anonymous readerReport

2010-08-16 14:58:50
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