Violent Neighborhood
She sits by the window and the light are dim
the ally outside her window seems grim
as the sun goes down and the stars shine bright
you can hear the gun shots at night.
You’d be surprised by the things she has seen
just out her window staring.
She has seen the ways your insides can be pulled out
she has heard the screams and shouts in her sleep
seen a man fall apart with a simple puff of smoke.
She sits by her window and the lights are dim
the ally outside her window seems grim
she bit her tongue off so she has nothing to say
her wrists were cut off so she had nothing to write down
her legs were sliced so she can’t run
just sits there starring at the world that breeds violence
but she unfortunately is silenced.
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