'Pink Strawberry Wallpaper' Poem by Linda Winchell

Pink Strawberry wallpaper
With, cute fluffy little pink drapes.
Girl with hair soft as cotton candy
Around her tiny young neck draped.

She was smaller than a beanpole
Taller than a weed.
Looking for acceptance from any man
Just what every little girl seems to need.

She got some from many a stranger
Got more than she bargained for.
While she roamed the streets in search of love
Which in this life, she would never score.

Taken was her child-like innocence
That childish softer part you'd see.
Pink Strawberry wallpaper
Stained now with blood
For all the world to see.

Curtains half rotted off the rod
From lack of cleanliness and care.
This is all she ever had, you see
But now isn’t going much of anywhere.

No one it seems had seen this child
In over a week, some have said.
Now she lay in a dark strawberry stain of blood
With a bullet hole
In the back of her sad, little child-like head.

Her searching now is over
While another young child's, crying still goes unheard.
Seems like such a joke was played on her
Seems utterly, and horribly absurd.