Written by Shayla D Smith
I don't have a mind to fight you anymore,
So I'll just walk in and out,
Eat my Portion,
Spell your name wrong.
Then everyone will hate Me.
So I've made my Share of Mistakes.
Felt this way as a child,
Where I feel my Dad is Disappointed.
I'm trying my hardest.....
Which is to be like him,
But He's a Book,
And my Dad is a Doctor.
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