Stirring

Eyes roll as they see her post

Boys go crazy over the things they see

Is this what she wants most

Their words sting like bees

 

Her mother always told her she was beautiful

Thats something she failed to see

Maybe thats why they couldn't hear her cry

As she breathed the last breathe for her to breathe

 

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