Long time ago,
Lets say that way,
I wanted to be a cop
And I went good way,
College, university,
Papa had few friends.
I had got uniform,
Tight blue pants.
Went fr a ride
To see my friends.
Someone screamed,
"The girls are fighting!
Those (nice word) girls
Were so exited,
Knifes, blades everywhere,
I asked my self,
What I am doing right here.
Well, I completely freaked out.
Instead of calling for help,
I called my mama...
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
