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There is a ribbon That so eloquently draped her gravesite She was a victim of violence- This woman full of life Taken so abruptly Worn down, beaten down A victim of society- She was no crack head-no prostitute She was no mule She was a victim of society! Pregnant at seventeen Ex-communicated at eighteen From the only family she knew She was a victim of society- A year from graduation Thrust into marriage of circumstance A man of the street-with decades of hate- No mannerism to speak of His woman a possession   And     Not a queen She was a victim of society- His anger manifested in her pain That resonated with abuse With no help in sight She was a victim of society- Where is the help-she asked? She prayed for relief Is this society answers to my pain? Is it left on my doorsteps? Doorsteps of depth ears She was a victim of society- So here she lies-in this cold grave A victim of society A victim of aggression A victim of Domestic Violence And no answer   To her plea     She was a victim of society! Written by Gregory E Upshaw Vote for this poem
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