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The Pizza Princess

The Pizza Princess

No job is worth your life. 
Sweet little girl, 
someone's daughter, 
I don't even know...
You should not be dead. 
The world is all wrong. 

Out trying to make a living, 
paid little more than pennies,
by ungrateful people, 
too in a hurry to look up at you...
at your face.
To notice something, 
in your passing, 
something that could help, 
something that might stop, 
or prevent, 
a loss too great,
to make
or be real. 

Another angel dead, 
on the side of the road. 
Robbed and raped, 
no name to bother with, 
just one of those...
frozen into the hearts
of the lost. 

Grace, 
I will name you, 
as I do not know your given. 
But the value of the word, 
says all that it means. 
Beautiful, 
ebony angel, 
bright is heaven,
as your spirit, 
is welcomed...
eased, 
loved, 
and cared for, 
forever. 

(written for the young black woman, 
murdered while out delivering pizza, 
just trying to make a living... 
soft crying sounds 
that just will not stop...
someone's daughter)

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Sandra Adams December 20, 2019 at 8:44 PM this is so sad...i used to deliver pizza after i was done my bus runs...my son's best friend who is like a son to me was running a pizza shop and wanted to start delivering and i knew the area, he coaxed me to help...most my customers were nice, one man one night scared me when he told me someone like me shouldn't be delivering pizza that i could be raped or murdered...he was creepy...i didn't do it long after that night for sure...this one touches...prayers for her and her family.. hugs for you

Andrea Dietrich December 20, 2019 at 7:13 PM so so sad. It happens so often in this crazy world of ours. Bless her family through this difficult time, and I think I understood she had a daughter that is left all alone? Thanks for writing this and making us aware of it.

Caren Krutsinger December 20, 2019 at 3:07 PM Oh, how horrific! Ann, what a beautiful poem you have written to honor her. Thank you for doing this my friend.

Eve Roper December 19, 2019 at 11:36 PM No words can express the feeling those parents , brothers or sisters, family and friends. The pain so deep... If we as just an outsider can feel the pain of a person we don't know. the pains for them is ten fold. Lovely tribute.. Ann