-murder- [To: the dead girl, grown.]
You are a girl,
All nice and sweet.
Hair, all curl.
You never sweat,
For you are the queen.
You have seen
You have nothing to fear,
You are everyone's dear.
All the voice
Of the little girl
Exists only as a noice.
The girl of curl
In today's world
Fights to say a word.
She has a side that speaks in sweet.
But the other can meet
All the banned expectations
All of which can cause her isolation.
I hope she breaks your laws
And sues you all
For the murder of the little girl.
-sk
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YOU ARE READING
all the poems i ever wrote..
Spiritualit's just a chronological collection of my works. probably will stay in ongoing status. ... p.s- I would appreciate it if you don't re-post any of my work under any other name but mine. thank you. -------------------- 17.01.2022 ~ #1 in #ballad.
