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SULTION FOUND IN A SLAM |
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I found a sultion to my cryies I could not let out.
You taught me to stifle them.
I learned a new way this day.
When you slammed me against the car.
My hand slipped mama.
My nail starched me.
It didn't hurt mama.
Mama you showed me a way to cry.
At the rest stop we took.
When in the ladies room.
I dug my nail into my thighs.
It felt good mama you never found
my new way to cry.
You slapped
me in face
when tears would come.
My new way to cry was a good way to keep the slaps away.
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submitted by
Amanda85
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