Scared girl, I hoped you packed your things,
kissed your mother goodbye,
said olivwah to what used to be your life.
For you had not known that when you had blown
your chance at your old school that you would die.
You did not know that when you walked those halls of destiny
and when you met fate that you would be called away.
Oh scared girl! I do miss you some days.
I miss how you didn't know things
and how you had not realized that it's freeing to not know.
The truth is you'd walk down a dark street
and be greeted by something God sent. You'd be bludgeon
and finally murdered and we'd emerge as a brave woman.
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:Distorted Beauty
PoetryThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss