My family is no part of me
A young girl left to mourn her mother, back stabbed by her own brother.
The anger I feel inside, the ones I trust kicked me to the side
A family full of money hungry lives, a grandfather who could care less if I was alive
Green money was all the family seen, turning their backs and being dirty instead of clean.
You damn right, I own the rights to be MEAN
I pretend I don't have family, and forget they even exist
Because deep inside when they come around I'm pissed
This all should probably be in my past, it should be all good instead of bad
But the family can kiss my three letters, because God made me better, better than them I should believe
It's sad to say My family is no part of me
The anger I feel inside, the ones I trust kicked me to the side
A family full of money hungry lives, a grandfather who could care less if I was alive
Green money was all the family seen, turning their backs and being dirty instead of clean.
You damn right, I own the rights to be MEAN
I pretend I don't have family, and forget they even exist
Because deep inside when they come around I'm pissed
This all should probably be in my past, it should be all good instead of bad
But the family can kiss my three letters, because God made me better, better than them I should believe
It's sad to say My family is no part of me
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