I feel it. I can feel. You make me sit. You make me kneel. “PLEASE!” I beg. I can’t see. I grab your leg. You beg for me. “NO!” You start to smile. Down I go. It takes a while. It's really warm. You start to sweat. A thunder storm, The sickening wet. The smell will seek, For a place to hide. My arms are weak, I have no pride. “TAKE IT B**CH!” You yell at me. “DON’T BE A SNITCH!” I cry, I plea. As my dad leaves, I think about our game. With white on my sleeves, I know tomorrow will be the same. Though he makes me mad, I have to say...I love my dad.
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