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)