bila00b
2010-07-14, 10:55
Walking down the street
Looking down at my feet
I can't look up because of shame
Our sisters became so lame
Not all but few
It's them and not you
they walk on a foreign road
maybe it's road to hell
Maybe it's time to ring a bell
wake up sister from your cell
your faith is your only sh ell
Wake up before you hear the yell
this poem is for the girls who make shame of them selves and I don't mean any insult to the girls
Looking down at my feet
I can't look up because of shame
Our sisters became so lame
Not all but few
It's them and not you
they walk on a foreign road
maybe it's road to hell
Maybe it's time to ring a bell
wake up sister from your cell
your faith is your only sh ell
Wake up before you hear the yell
this poem is for the girls who make shame of them selves and I don't mean any insult to the girls