Kenya *writing *
her poem
I watch the rain fall but something strange happen It was blood tripping down from the nuage I wondered why the lord did that I turn to two girls with cuts on their arm I look scared at my siperiod and wonder what the couteau for my superiod cut my arm until red blood squirt out of my arm I scream of pain at the couteau cutting at my skin I fell hard to the ground hoping the pain will stop I turn to the girls like they wanted me to help them I stood up and hold my arm close watching blood drip the suivant time I saw them I had a scar which scratch in my skin Emo
her poem
I watch the rain fall but something strange happen It was blood tripping down from the nuage I wondered why the lord did that I turn to two girls with cuts on their arm I look scared at my siperiod and wonder what the couteau for my superiod cut my arm until red blood squirt out of my arm I scream of pain at the couteau cutting at my skin I fell hard to the ground hoping the pain will stop I turn to the girls like they wanted me to help them I stood up and hold my arm close watching blood drip the suivant time I saw them I had a scar which scratch in my skin Emo