[The Song that You used to Play]

It has happened to 

A friend of a friend

Of a sister or a brother

To mothers. To fathers.

To you.

 

It's the slaps; the hits

That scream: I love you

It's the kisses or hands that choke:

Don't leave me

 

It's the words that bite

The bruises that fade

It's the broken promises

Scratching over each other

Like records too ruined

To remember their worth.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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