No name Poem about a girl that just got beat up one more time...
I've kind of become this thing
this beautiful butterfly
And all he can do is clip my wings
So that I can no longer fly
No, no it's not because he doesn't love me
On the contrary, he loves me too much
This way he can keep me forever
And my beauty no one will touch.
By Shayla Jones
3.19.10
