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JUSTICE


And while she walks through time,

Paradise seems beyond her grasp.

Because there’s nothing

She can do about it.

 

Now;

Apparently,

Daily memories will be,

What she treasures

The most.

As long as her love lasts,

 

Someone claiming to be Yvonne,

Keeps washing her hands;

Whatever that means...she tries too hard,

And studies herself

In the mirror,

And fights for justice.


 

 

 

~Yvonne Renee Moore

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