Stupidly I walk in your footsteps.
The rain pours in hopes that I will stop.
Truly I want us to grow, leave and let go.
Physically I have grown, mentally , emotionally she claims her age.
I repeat my sentence.’’ women you don’t know.’’ Ow she
claims am put of the pound.
Classify me as you please.
I have reached your
expectation it seems.
Let not your eye be the judge of me.
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