We All Knew Her Poem by tinashe severa

we all knew her name,
..we all knew her fame,
yet we all loved her just the same,
the brothers at the local pub bore he no shame,
and neither did she,
all the sophomores blew into her flame,
..to her it was just a game

i remember her as one with hair so fair,
always with a smile to share,
its all a gray memory now,
and no one wonders how

As a freshman A.I.D.S was always just a word,
yet now it bears her name,
it stares hungrily into her face everyday,
every breath she takes,
draws her nearer to her dying day,
and everyday we pray,
that she might live to see another day

It`s not as if no one told her,
..even those who used to hold her,
..in their own self interest did try to caution her,
her roommates used to question her,
told her...its not so strange
to wait till marriage,
but in her was a passion so deep,
she just kept on piling the men in a heap,

we all knew her name,
and now also does the local grave attendant,
and all those who have passed by the cemetery recently,
we all loved her the same,
but it feels funny,
life here at campus without her,
still feels the same,
Rest my dear sister,
I cannot gurantee you peace,