Jane Doe ll

she beckoned my soul i sat in fear nothing to focus on except writing a tear she busted through the window to her surprise sitting with me was st john paull 11 suddenly this opened her eyes it was my identity she was after her name was jane i was yolanda but very plain not vain this thief was after my thoughts plagerist jane whispered threats she wanted my song i expressed to her id been writing too long she was from tampa and i chicago living in tampa and fort myers jane was vile climbing through my townhome window ripping pages from my night stand exposing herself to my diary quickly she grew obssessed with my culture in chicago my heritage with mayor daley cicely tyson 1971 joseph medill school finally lincolns tomb i studied in springfield illinois 1969 jane was enraged with my identity for every page i wrote classified who i was 8000 munchen 90 touring of germany she threatened my life from guns to poison i sat with my pope a feeling of purity a since of hope she would join corruption fraudulently using my name threatening me daily all the same i continued to write pant and cry i gather i shall till the day i die