Her tears fall like rain forest
acres of flowers and flesh chopped down daily.
Her pedals poisoned by the pollution of perversion.
She blooms every color from beautiful black blossom to snow white lily.
From human to thing she's reduced.
Passes from pedophile to pervert she's recycled.
Her virginity can never be restored.
Planted in the whores din l
ike trash that missed the recycle bin,
she'd be safer in the center of a lions din.
God did it for Daniel I'm sure he'll do it again.
Imagine living life like a plastic bottle
then thrown away.
You amount to little more than trash on the side of the highway.
Look up from your low place as we celebrate Earthday,
you dread the next day
numb by birthday
no rest for you weary worn out
any day awake
or not high
is a bad day.
I wrote this in 2010 as an example of the direction I wanted my youth poets to go.