A Poem by Courtney

Just another flow of my nutty emotions.

They speak of me like I'm less
Like I'm a worthless wrench
With their snob and cruel ways
I've developed a way to make them all pay
To make them see what I am and what I will be
What they will see will be me
And what i am and what I'm meant to be
They can rot in hell
I wont give a cows bell
For they have ran me over and spit on me
Acting like I'm the one riddled with disease
Saying I'm so better than my mother
I shall show them who I am
I  shall show them what they are
And what happens when they step on the wrong bee

© 2013 Courtney

Author's Note

This poem is from my heart. It goes out for my family that had put me down for being who I am and being different. It may seem harsh but it's what I feel.

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You are much younger than I am but we share something quite powerful. You have the courage to put these feelings down in writing which is something I've never done. Keep writing!

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Thank you, I do intend to continue writing. I've always had some sort of pull towards expression my .. read more

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