StillborneA Poem by Jay M. JonesStillborne
Birthed from a womb, where hatred resides, ripped out, sprayed down, and hung to dry, fixed with a collar, and kept inside, ignorant, and blind, and taken for a ride. out to the pasture where the dead are mourned... wishing it came into this world stillborne..
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Added on August 15, 2008 Author
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