Wiped out
Slumped in a corner
No mind to care,
Little girl
Within her
Creeps out to see
If anything's there.
She's wasted
Painted doll
Puppet of her peers
White face and diamond tears,
Thrown away
Forgotten
A product of society,
Blood, sweat, and fears.
[Note: I was reminded of this one by a friend so dug through the box til I found it. No date but I am guessing some time in the academic year 86/87]
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