Poetic Protest To Rape Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Poetic Protest To Rape



The eyes is it the eyes are they mine.
The way home for most is the same.
When I'm busy with thing's that I'm not.
The fear the unknown all the rest.
My parts are some prize.
For some unknown control.
Please give me back what you stole.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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