The People Poem by Misty moon

The People



What happened to all the people who accused me?
The ones who beat me just to see if i would cry.
Most of these people wouldnt cry if i died.
They laugh when the bruises they leave.
I have it set in mind
That no one can touch me
Nobody can break me.

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