Insert something cliche here, Please'
The crocodiles teeth,
They n'awed into me
And tore me up limb by limb,
But I am not dead, nor alive
I'm a vision, a spiritual surprise!
A woman who bleeds from the eyes
For justice, and not to be criticized!
Do you understand that
even ghosts have to be remembered?
To be Recognised!
Copyright © Silent Poet Sarah | Year Posted 2013
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