Bermuda jeans
Baby blue polo
Jordan's clean
Walking solo
She was the epitome of God's beautiful crafths
He had the apperance of the American Dream
On a back street they crossed paths
Innocent greeting is how it seemed
She gave a friendly smile
He gave a smirk
She kept walking with a smile about a mile
He nodded and grabbed her with a twirk
"OUCH, PLEASE, STOP, KEEP MY PURSE, JUST LET ME GO..."
As if mesmorized by her beauty he heard not a thing
Transforming into a nemfo
And was only having the birds sing
She kicks only to be pinned on the ground
And punched in the face
He still heard no sound
She crys, praying to just wake up in another place
He thrusted in her breaking her teenage innocence
Her screaming over shadowed by his rugged moans
With blood, the bottom of her baby blue polo is drenched
Now matching her blue and red Jordan's
Eyes burning from so many tears she closed her eyes
Praying "Help Lord, speak to me...let me get away"
She blanked out and died
Never again to hear her crys.



~Dominique N.D.~