Get rid of him, girl

Crazy little girl what were you thinking? 

That he would hold your hand, but but not your soul?

Then hold your head up from the waves to keep you from sinking?

You knew from the start that his heart was black as coal.

Yes, I know he said he had a kind heart, and he didn't leave you out in the snow.

Everything that he did was just another drop added to an already overflowing bowl.

So this is why I ask you, didn't you know? 

He was never the right one for you nomatter how much you wanted him to be. 

Take your hands, grab him by the shoulders and throw him as far as you can throw. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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