Tuesday, January 11, 2011


They stoned her heart a pebble at a time

Every word and every line they ever drew to dare divide

And isolate one soul in an assembly line crime

She drew back when they came near, each eager to toss a stone

And when the tears where pushing hard in the backs of pleading eyes

They’d leave her, sad, ashamed and so painfully alone

Everyone saw it but nobody knew it, not even she would admit

For bloodless battles rage in the freedom of apathy

And minds are quick to organize- what won’t compute, acquit

Right and wrong and respect were all lost because they were never found

And they stripped her personhood away, stone by stone and bit by bit

Another soul died inside, but nobody heard a sound

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