30 Pounds
This same poem is also in my biography. Its the one I hold dear to my heart.
30 Pounds
I still remember laying in the fucking tub
holding my head because it was bleeding he
wasnt facing me so he couldn't see it.
He was still having a fit till he heard me say my head hurts it's
bleeding.
My lip was busted I had bruises all over me
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