Josiah Bayne Poems

Now this is a story fueled by the vengeance and rage
Of when a broken little girl wakes up and turns another page
Cause her tears are no longer red, but beige
Thick coagulated memories that soak this stage
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It was dark that night, as all before,
The colour of gravestones, the ghetto and poor,
When Uncle Johnny got drunk and proceeded to explore
The innocent depths of little Sasha until her soul was sore.
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