Listen to the beat of my heart.
The pounding of my tormented soul.
This is the sound of a dying child,
She can't be fixed.
I'm broken,
They broke me,
Shattered my innocence,
Mocked my purity,
And burned my happiness.
Listen to the beat of my heart.
I am human, so I believe.
Why do they treat me so different?
Dispute the color of my skin,
my clothing,
my accent,
I am no different from you.
Listen to the fading beat of my heart.
They've pulled my body from the ocean.
I'm dead.
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Burning eyes
PoetryA collection of short stories and heart felt poetry that invades my mind.