Crumpled bloody sheet,

Bruised face, body still in the heat.

Lots of people wait to see,

None a wise man, willing to set her free.

A hurt heart and a wounded soul,

Pitiful glances and a blanket rolled.

Justice a far fetched dream,

Months dragged by, all that was heard was her screams.

Belly growing, a petrifying jolt to reality.

Choices to make, over a glass of tea.

Choosing to give life a hard choice,

Her voice shut down, why stop a tiny new noise?

Small feet make way for a new dawn,

A year of new life and here the birthday candles are blown.


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