Do I look like I mind?
When you size me up for the kill
never missing a beat...
who taught you your skills?
Do I look like I mind?
Jobs elude you for years
supervising your kingdom...
while drinking, taking drugs.
Do I look like I mind?
When you stay out all night
my armor is ready...
I'm prepared for these fights.
Do I look like I mind?
When you cuss my ass out
look me straight in my eyes...
wanting my loyalty without doubt.
Do I look like I mind?
Enduring years of abuse
not anymore...
not since, I left you.
way to go, keep it that way
jessica
aka
gypsie
Otherwise, still a wonderful poem
good on you--you got out before it was too late
i felt this one, deep, in my soul--i've been there
(((HUGS))) and stay strong, friend
and may 2004 bring you only GOOD things :)
karla. :)
I think I can relate to this one!!
Love Tinka