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I come from a broken family
Full of broken dreams
I am the result of a
Grown nightmare child!.
I was the marriage counselor
For my parents!. I was the something new
For my mother's wedding day;
On an April day
In a quiet trailor park!.
The bump that was my life,
Under the blue fabric
Of her shot-gun-wedding dress!.
I come from the epitome of white trash!.
I am your terrible treasure, mom!.
I sentenced you life, with my dad!.
He's not that bad,
If not for his hurtful words,
We would be a family!.
I am a genious!.
I come from nothing!.
I live off of nothing!.
But I am your prophet!.
If Jesus is your homeboy,
I am your saint!.
My words move more
than your lazy ***
on that potato-crumb-filled couch!.
I am humble enough to admit my arrogance,
For I am the misstress of revolution!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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