A Leech or a Friend
Was I a leech or a friend? I guess it does not matter now, for we are foes. My sorrow sorrounds me in deep agony. However, I will survive this great pain, like stabbed through the back and onto my frozen heart. I will overcome my troubles, but you will be sadden for your loss.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world