18 October 2016, 1:25AM
My father kicked my tummy
In a real presence of mommy.
I run from sides and corners.
So it won’t feel a belt's leather.
I come to your forbidden office
I never been good you noticed.
You hit me straight to the head
Employees saw, knew I’m dead.
I told my teachers, classmates
Friends were afraid, it radiates.
Scared to confront whom did.
Can’t moved, smiled a candid.
He picked me up from school
My family operates preschool
Three of those were so good
That failed me crook to stood.
When outside, I tested myself
Who is faster to anybody else
I left him at the MRT stations
Bumped teacher, companion.
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