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Wednesday, May 28, 2014


so many people are in so much pain

wondering how it could happen again

why is it that one of our brings shame

up on top of the hating gravy train

watching young women and then taking aim 

choosing to blame her if there is no rain

thinking not of her tender hopes and dreams

and only of how to be entertained

finds that her beauty and youth are a bane

sees how little she understands the game 

that men can kill women over a whim

strike down the youth of a generation

who will even dare stop what I've proclaimed

death I embody; murder is my name.

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

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