Cheyenne Ashley - Rumors

As I sit in math
I wonder why
Why to live
Why to die
Why to go
Why to stay
You come here
And wreck my day
People start
This rumor shit
They make me mad
Because of it
Why don't you stop
Your foolish lies
Do you think it's fun
To make people wanna die
Why do you lie
And make false statements
I wish I could lock you
In a cold, dark basement
Or turn it around
So you can see what you have done
Then you wouldnt think
It would be as much fun
What if someone said
That you were not a virgin
That you have had sex
And then he left you hurtin
The point of this poem
Is not to make fun
But to let people know
What's done is done

Cheyenne Ashley

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