LETTERS TO EVETTE Jasmine Thomas 10th Grade • Hansberry College Prep
You're not angry, you're hurt So you pick up that vodka and put it to work Too afraid to face your demons but it was never your fault It happened when you were a kid and now that you're an adult You supress all your pain Let it hide behind your name Like a tornado you come and tear everything up Wrecking everyone's life but you dont give a f*ck No if, ands, or buts Everything has to go your way And if it doesn't, god forbid that person lives to see another day I’m not angry, I’m passionate, hungry for success Because instead of sitting in your presence I want to be doing my best I don't hate you, I resent you, and I say that with my chest I'm not angry, I'm hurt, and that's just something you have to digest.
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