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Home is Where the Hate Is (Prose Poem) by raven_the_poet

Don’t go home until he’s gone. The beast you call family, The strong, tall man that kills you inside, That makes you cry, that haunts you. Watch your step, Everywhere you go. Don’t want to trip, Don’t want to fall. Cause if you do, he’ll criticize you, No sympathy, just anger, And it’s getting to you Chorus: At home, it’s a constant rage, No time to make room for your own flesh and blood. But once again, You cry in the darkness, Try not to let him hear you screaming. She tries so hard to calm him down. It’s not her fault, She’s got a big heart. But try again mom, She’s the only thing you’ve got, The only one that’s got a lot of problems just like you. [Chorus x2]

raven_the_poet 22-Feb-06/5:28 PM
Yeah, I'm not going to change anything because it's a song, but thanks lol. I think it sounds fine, and if I plan on using it as a poem anytime soon, I'll take your suggestions into consideration.




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