Media Studies Poem by Victoria Annette Bailey
Media Studies
Your frozen glance
Your icy stare,
Your taunting face
And charcoal hair.
Your powerful grip
Your inane laugh,
The way you mock
On their behalf.
The way I fear
Staying awake,
'I pray the Lord,
My soul to take.'
You malicious smile
Your guilty hands,
Your hidden rage
Makes its demands.
My tortured glance
Your vicious fun,
Another class
Leaves me broken.
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