Bang

A burning building a young girl trapped inside. Finally, they get her out. But the damage was done skin burned and crisped. Eyes empty, a lost soul with little hope. "Maybe he will look past my scars, I know my friends will " poor thing how wrong she was.. The school with its gaping maw and peering eyes snickers stares and outright disgust. Her friends wanted nothing to do what the now "French fry" as she had been so kindly named. Sobs wrench from her throat and sadly disfigured mouth crying she ran to her boyfriend but was shoved away as he yelled soothing his new lover "no baby I don't want her!!" He glared at he and spat at her feet "go away French fry no one needs you you see!" Shock and silence controls her so she left running blindly and fast vowing never to return. Late in the evening a call ring clear and true.. Three hellos all at once then a voice quiet and soft "l loved you all of you..." Silence reigned then a loud gunshot.. A mortal wound the would scar them forever ... She the beautiful young girl was gone..

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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