I-PROBLEM
Poetry

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I seem to always be the problem;

At birth, my mother almost died,
Miraculously, we both survived.
Her marriage was in shambles
So I asked 'Why remain?’,
She said it was 'Me’.

My sister and I were always at war,
Less than a year apart we are like twins,
We did a lot of stupid things
And I was always blamed, 'why?'
'The senior ought to be responsible'.

I cheated on Bambi, this broke us,
We both were guilty.
Sugar came along then called me skinny.
Months later, he left;
Good girl gone bad, I was a wild fire.
Now Papito loves me but thinks me a liar.

I seem to always be the problem.

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