Crabs

Wed, 01/10/2018 - 16:35 -- NokNo

I am a crab

In a bucket of other crabs

These crabs are the same crab as me

Crabs don't like to let go once they clamp down there claws
These crabs that I know have a tight grip on one of  my arm
It hurts to have them holding on it and I want the make them let go
But I know they won't let go no matter how much I plead
And if I want to get out of this bucket 
They'll rip my arm off
I don't want to lose a part of me
So I'll stay here in this bucket 
Even if it hurts

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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