Tears.... How Useless - Poem by Trina French
You could call me insane,
but I saw a little girl cry, and I told her,
'You're wasting them.'
I was a little girl once, and I cried over every death....
but I wasn't used to it.
Now, my oceans and rivers have dried, and I have no hope.
And I can't see two feet from my face.
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