She's all dressed up.
Her dress is red.
Her hair is curled,
A top her head.
Her nails are painted.
Pearls in her ears.
Who would have thought,
this was for her peers.
Eyelashes curled.
Her lips are pale.
The guys that did this,
got out on bail.
dressed in black,
the people come.
The church is filled.
The quire hums.
People cry,
Her mother is still.
They laid her to rest,
Atop the hill.
Nobody knows,
Nobody tells.
They all watched her,
As she was put through hell.
Nobody helped,
Nobody cared.
She needed them,
But no one was there.
So now she lies in the ground,
Cold and alone.
Because no one took the time,
To help her home..
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